part 2

[demireps]

i am no longer a person. true, i walk, i talk, but the only times i walk is early in the morning and when i speak it sounds like the wind howling through the air. my hands that were once so pale, so young, so smooth are now brown and hard, chipping away. people carve their initials into me, and i cry out sticky substance. couples reside under me

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