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Placed in the wrong order you remain invisible no matter how often eyes skim over, you are unexpected and therefore unnoticed, until you rearrange yourself into what they want you to be.

Temperature reduced and all the prep is gone, so everything is behind on the day you needed it ready. Deep breath, rearrange, and realise the time is still the same, it’s now just in a different order.

There is no other shoe but you will wait forever, barely breathing, for the thud that will end your torture, not knowing it does not exist. It never existed.

Block out the trauma and rearrange your memories, smile at the grieving because they are wrong. Nothing has died, everything is fine, it’s the only way you can keep moving.

Disengage your emotions to listen to others and pretend it’s what you want while inside you scream and cry and pray for everything to forget self-interest so you can slither away and bask in empty.

Feel the degradation of your mind, reality blurring into fantastic until nothing makes sense and you talk to ghosts who are more solid than your memories. Follow a purpose to cling onto something, anything, and pray the rot will spare you that much.

Stuck in the loop between death and after, watch the smile and experience the end.

Manipulate structure to create something old, an imitation that fails to even move alone. Pour into it too much until it breaks, then watch it try to reconstruct a normal form, one it’s not ashamed of.