Amphibious. From the Greek amphibios “living a double life”. Except I’m sure that double isn’t high enough. Dimorphism. Nothing for these multiple lives and forms for all those who aren’t sure who they want you to be. The casings that follow your lips and hands and only speak loud enough for the whole room to hear when no one is listening. Don’t call me fragmented; the bits aren’t broken or severed. Carefully stitched Dr. Frankenstein’s masks. Just looking for the lightning that lives in my throat.
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