Papermache

TW: DEHUMANISATION

this is a tiny segment of this long ass piece of writing i did a while ago about what i can only label as derealisation and disassociation bless 

grew to glue anything to my skin,

"maybe they won't notice i'm nothing inside?"

they didnt know papermache is hollow.

monotone, monochromatic, monotheist,

but it made you out of compassion and care,

it made me to observe and stare.

mould, decay, deciet and horror,

all things i cradle as their mother.

braid her brittle, unruly hair,

brush her crooked, yellow teeth,

pinch her chubby, rosacea'd cheek,

mock the love you gave them

to the creature you created.

please.