I can feel its shape inside me.
In my empty shell.
So volatile. I’m so fragile.
I feel it ready to strike out.
It goes in hidden.
Did I absorb it
Without a whisper or a ripple?
Nothing moves,
All still,
Unwitnessing its arrival.
But then it breaks out,
Tearing me apart.
Become a part of me.
I’m apart from me.
Inseparable.
I’m contaminated.
I can’t tell who I am.
Tell me what you see.