by Megan M. on July 25, 2007 (Blog) |

Perhaps feeling betrayed by the integrity of my body (and everyone else’s), last night I dreamt my flesh was breaking open, and I must hold it shut with my hands. Many times I told myself that I was hallucinating, but I was unwilling to take my hands away. Firm conviction of hallucination does not make a thing less real.


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