Chained

by Zipporah Stankovich


I am no one, unsure of the world

you don’t exist, unsure of your mind

and I see all you see;

all the bugs on your sleeve –

and I feel all you feel;

an aching tooth,

your aching heart,

the fear of nothing

(and everything all at once)

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