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because of him, i’ve become unrecognizable. no scholarship or engagement ring could tear me away from the gravity of his scalpel. we both know that i am throwing away the things i hold dear for him, and yet he still continues to slide his hands up and down the theremin, playing me like a funeral march, or perhaps a worship song.
my theremin lover bends and arches my will without laying a hand on me, and i am shedding my past life to continue this song. i am ripping the shell of who i once was off of my tissue below, degloving the face that was once named Daniel Cain. it seems i am now complicit in my own extinction, but oh,
what a beautiful sound the theremin makes.