Disassociating in Central Park
Disassociating in Central Park free verse stories
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alideangelis
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for feeling far away

Disassociating in Central Park

In terms of comfort, It was just shy of “brisk” spring, And I had goosebumps.

But it didn’t matter, Not really, since the sun Was a cascade

That trickled through tree Branches; soaking through clothes and Going up noses.

I let it fill me, Clogging the back of my throat Like cotton, bad news.

White light traveling, Bursting my veins, splitting through Bone, sinew, and skin,

Until there’s nothing. No corpse, ash, or fine vapor, Just absence of what was.

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