Glue

This is about losing your idenity in something. In my case it was a relationship and I no longer was me, but his girlfriend.

She sat on the vanilla heart shaped pillow picking dried glue off her fingers Attracted to her warmth the dandruff flaked and stuck in tiny sheets that were invisible to the naked eye Inside every groove, every crack, every fissure of her prints, filling them in and leaving her identity unknown

 

 

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[Poeticpiers]

Intriguing piece of writingvery descriptive of the feeling of being a possession not a person Well presented in poetic prose