Catalyzing My Paralysis
By Sanya Shah
Conical minds are falling down my waist, chafing my nerves like toe tufts— that muffle, rub the walls beneath; I’m losing them—all my hair, neurons, my glial cells; They’re sneaky, they’re scheming— they’re crafting my demise.
I’ve always loved Symmetry. I’m pervaded, I’m paralyzed; Pressing upon my wasted weight, can I extend my expiry date? I’m liking this state, I’d like it to catalyze.
By Sanya Shah

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