1 Rachael Out of Many
Like a skeleton hanging in a classroom.
Like an empty loft with a draft blowing through the ceiling beams.
Like the shed skin of a snake drifting on the sand.
I can remember feelings and emotions.
I recall I was a person with a soul before.
But right now she is gone, it is just scaffolding.
Right now there is a breeze through my chest, emptiness in my gut and hollow in my soul.
It’s cold in here.
Humans seem strange, the way their faces move and shape with emotion.
I used to be like that.
I will be like that again.
I will be bubbly, bright, loving and filled to the brim with emotions and empathy.
I’ll be a fully bloomed garden, a wild and alive forest.
But for now I am nothing but frame work. I am the structure that keeps me tall and standing.
And I will find relief when she comes back to fill up all the space she’s left vacant for now.
I don’t know where she goes.
Perhaps so much emotion cannot exist for too long, so she has to sneak away when I’m not looking - just to take a break.
It is my job to hold things up until she comes back.
But it's still cold in here.