#sent marking

[writinginthenight]

I shouldn’t be hallucinating the smell of tea.

I’m wearing latex gloves for a reason,

I can still feel the temperature of the water, but it’s not touching my skin.

There’s a hand on my knee for a moment.

Why are you touching me?

It’s not unwelcome, but puzzling nonetheless.

I can run in mind circles forever.

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[writinginthenight]

The there’s smell of tea again.

The source of the sent is nowhere to be found.

But hallucinating smell is a common phenomenon.

And the meaning of this physiological reasoning behind this madness strikes terror in me.

This isn’t somewhere I want to be.

[writinginthenight]

breathe

i inhale slowly and savor what moments i can, my lungs expand until there is room left in my chest.

i breathe in people as i cling to them, relishing every different note of skin and hair and oil and product.

so so different from one another. so unique, so vulnerable, so closely human.

i want to keep it. the closeness of scent. let me breathe you. let me become you. let me keep you.

let it be mine.

stay close. expose yourself. let me collect you all. belong to me.

i want them all to be mine.

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