Haunting Howls of a Neurodivergent, Trans-Wolf Writer

Entombed,

trapped in body,

this mind - not mine? - claws for

escape.

Noises, voices shackle me with numb

detachment.

Void mind, now buffeted by time,

fleeting thoughts

both alive and dead -

Jarred out of my coerced reverie, I

cling tight to

the footholds of your question.

Lucid,

loosened lips speak -

no, mimic a pleasant reply both mine

yet not.

For my mechanical body-mind-soul has

left Here for

Nowhere,

This empty husk chained to purgatory

stasis.

Unearth me from this ice cold grave,

take my frozen

hand.

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