Digital Collage

I feel myself inside of my face, or behind it —which one of them is more precise, not quite sure.

I feel my forehead heavy, as if there‘s a boulder perpendicular to my right eyebrow —appeared quietly, a headache.

I feel my jaw and the lines of teeth, like two stumped blades of knives hitting each other periodically, clenching.

I feel my shoulders like kneed that has dried with open cracks, which seeping hot water runs through — consistently.

I feel my heart again, like moist paper, with painful cuts, appearing small but with heavy impact, every one of them furthering the spacial existence in its new consistency.

Digital collage, 2019