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swamp.
i hear the song of the swamp inside me, still. the drums beat on in my heart, as it flutters rapidly.
i feel afraid.
this is not the first time I have felt afraid. ever since I was born I knew nothing but fear.
however, in moments, I feel small. smaller than I am now, and smaller than I was before.
I am wood.
I curl up instinctively, attempting to protect myself with my shell.
My racing mind comes to a halt when I realize I am still the same flesh and blood I have always been.
The feeling still lingers, though.
The rough knots in my wooden skin.
The acidic spit.
I feel it all despite never touching a mask.