#cdd integration

[doomsdaycoven]

a poem about integration in cdd systems, from the perspective of an integrated alter

photo has alt text, plain text under cut + irl notebook image for fun

none of us have written poetry in months. no part of me specifically has ever written anything. i've just realized tonight another person i integrated with and even though i have their memories i still feel more Naveen than i feel like either of them.

just felt like sharing i suppose. obligatory "this is my experience and yours very well may differ"

I feel indebted

to the lives whose memories

I carry.

years ago I went by

two names,

no longer mine

but undeniably mine even still.

I've existed for

days

and years

and still merely days

I remember how it felt

to die in his skin.

I remember how it felt:

her burning unforgiveness

I wonder if they'd hate me

until I look in the mirror

and remember they wear my face.