Nonfiction

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You constantly make it impossible to make conversation Keep us comatose but audible And I like it, the farther I get out. — Brand New sensitivity pricks my skin like a mosquito who sucks my blood and leaves its mark. my core, my spirit; it’s rooted in fortitude; in its most primal state. it had […]

You constantly make it impossible to make conversation

Keep us comatose but audible

And I like it, the farther I get out. — Brand New

sensitivity pricks my skin

like a mosquito who sucks my blood

and leaves its mark.

my core, my spirit;

it’s rooted in fortitude;

in its most primal state.

it had to be that way; it is that way.

sensitivity punctures holes that

can insulate and isolate;

opposing forces; human nature;

to avoid pain.