Here…?

Misalignment

I drift a breath outside my skin

A glass between the world and sin

My voice arrives a step too late

Like someone else decides my fate

Hands move

but not because I will

A marionette

uncanny still

The mirror shows a stranger’s face

Eyes vacant in their borrowed place

I watch the day like it’s a play

The lines I speak just sounds I say

I laugh on cue

I nod

I blink

But none of it is me

… I  think.

Time becomes a shifting fog

Each moment just a silent slog

The room is here

but far away

And I am smoke in disarray

Touch feels like it isn’t mine

Detached from bone

removed from spine

A tether snapped

a faded thread

Half-alive

but not quite dead

And though I beg to come back home

My name floats out

a hollow tone

Still I exist

somehow

somewhere

A ghost who doesn’t know their there.