I chose invisibility over alien but then cried when you couldn’t see me. If you knew how odd I really was you would pick me apart like they do. Sell me for parts like he did. So I hide under the dress of Mary Jane and drink fermented grapes. Convince myself that I don’t want to be seen even from my own eyes. “I miss you” I heard myself say, compelled me to search for my smile. Liberate the laughter in my throat and write the words you won’t tell. Reflect what you believe is false hope out of fear and remind you that despite this flesh, I may be alien to this planet but not this universe.
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It’s like a journal entry from an extra terrestrial.