I’m a splitting atom, a human fissure, things I don’t even have names for leaking out. Shit I should have studied in school, but didn’t. I can’t feel my body, I can’t feel my heart, I’m rising out of myself, watching as I separate into the girl before and the girl after. “This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening.” I’m whispering it, over and over and over, even as I know it is happening. Truly and definitely and terribly.
