don't touch me, i can't be touched right now
i'm apart, separate, not like you
touch me and i'll shatter
razor shards of fragile personality
exploding glittering fragments of self

don't speak to me, i can't hear you
noises are too harsh vibrations for me
i need silence and the soothing song of water
substances of pure fragility
wine glasses detonate in the soprano howl of your whisper

touch me tomorrow after my body has reformed
when sleep has set me back into my hardened shell
speak to me tomorrow when my ears are flesh again
and i will hear you and be comforted
back in the coarse, crude clumsy world where i am not me

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