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Particles of Our Coexistence
I have fragments of you still stuck under my skin. I try to ignore missing you, but they just pop up everywhere. When I’m undoing my bra, I remember your soft fingers and the trouble they went through trying to do the same thing. And your lips trail around my imagination, while my sister is staring at the way my arms are stuck behind my back with memories. There is a shade of indefinite pain when I brush it off in a joking manner. Photo: Cherry Laithang / Unsplash When the m