Textually Healing

I felt numb, I felt everything except feelings

I felt castrated, I didn't care to feel

Then I felt it

I used my senses

I felt the fabrics of my skin
I smelled the power of piss and shit in the bathroom
I saw knickers dancing downstairs
I heard the beating upstairs

and I woke up

Then there was a soul

It started with the satin of your skin
It continued with the smell of your empowering sweat
I was watching thy knees, elbows, and funny, scrumpy hair, which you are embarrassed of course anyways
I was hearing you explaining why you have to go to work, and heritage is important

I think and
I might and
maybe I am
Textually Healing