the fear instills itself.
some mornings I make toast and watch the glowing box glow.
some days I stare at the ground, the ceiling, the sink.
time passes with nothing on it's mind.
people forget I live and breathe.
I forget to live, to breathe.
I am a room, only an object.
I am, objectively, alive.
impartial to the hour, a loss of significant flavor.
I am sexless, loveless, I burn cold.
I watch our plants grow, through unaware of their progression.
their height.
What you see is my reflection,
the manifestation of a woman.
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