With power out and lights off I return to make a home.
Remember how that smells?
Hair, skin, fresh sea air – transform me.
Words stuck in my throat choke me.
Nothing comes up – nothing goes down.
Stagnant now.
Through the window I see a stranger crowned in my home, a saviour.
An imposter at home,
an imposter who laughs,
an imposter who lives. As me. But not the same.
Lights out – but this time the hand at the switch is mine.
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