Journal Entry No. 13
By Sophie K Smith
February 25, 2019
She traces her outline. The point where flesh meets world. She watches as her hand cuts through air, this body not hers. Finds her face in a reflection and feels herself separate.
A crack has begun to form, a thin line running through her head, a hollow hidden beneath her hairline. This opening, her secret, she nurses and carries through her day. Border from border.
Sometimes, it feels as if all the soft places that used to hold her together have thinned and strained. She used to be wet, thick and full. Now her edges curl. Brittle and dry, her lines fall away.