I just mean the tallest fences. I’d felt myself splintering through the cracks in the wood, coming out brick-dusted and opaque and still I couldn't recognize the thing on the other side. Not those limbs, or my limbs, or the flesh of the trees. I'd forgotten neck from spinal cord, misplaced trachea for the hollow bones of a bird. I'd tried to make voice from metal, bit down hard the cool sting of copper; my tongue nothing but trace fragment. I was split thin to collarbone, but this whistling storm outside, how it wanted to be in my throat, in my breath. How I caught lungs until I forgot myself, saw the blade stuck in cheek, not the blood on the floor, just the glint from the lights overhead. How they rung in the quiet, but I'd gorged on all my voices and now the silence was a lakebed & / I'd found myself / shipwrecked at the bottom.
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