My body is flung between places
flesh stretch from here to faraway
and beyond.
My blood has turned to sea water
torqouise and foaming
where it hits the skin.
My hair, entangled like roots in a rainforest
it seeks water below the ground
tired and thirsty.
Gather them together.
Collect the pieces- the hair, the flesh, the blood.
Remember.
Be whole.
Again.

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