SILENT UNRAVELING
I think the frightening part is that I can never catch it happening.
No sharp before. No obvious after.
Just small absences accumulating in corners.
The version of me that replied immediately. The version that laughed more easily. The version that believed rest would be enough.
Gone one strand at a time.
Like a sweater snagged on something invisible, continuing to look whole until the sleeve is suddenly in your hand.
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