No, I do not think I am Human
My shell has rotted beyond recognition, the prism of humanity fractured into compost. I have felt the humanness decay off my flesh. I feel incomprehension at the kaleidoscopic inside that is my expression; I fall between the crevices of identity, rigidity, meaning, singularity. I am not one thing, and I am not one identity. I recoil at every attack on
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