Poetry · Writing

Stranded

I can’t remember when it happened.

When I became obliviously cold to the warmth around. When emotion

was an option. I use to be human.

Feeling the air between each strand of hair across my scalp like a childhood memory, it’s unclear.

I can’t remember when it happened.

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