A void opens up where the wall meets the ground and I run my finger along its jagged epidermis. Wet plaster and plasma squelch and twist into each other; surface tension suffocates and swallows my touch. The places where I don’t fit within my hollow body pulsate and burn with friction. Obsession and shame leak from my aching joints and split skin.

Tiles and miles of
twisting gaps repeat and
break
and take what’s changed.