Better Coping Mechanisms

Written By Boitumelo Hlazo
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I suppose at first I saw you clearly.

‘Those are not my thoughts.’ I imagine myself saying.

I suppose because I cannot remember.

You’ve been with me for so long, there is no longer a distinction between you or I.

Only us, in a writhing, entangled mass.

You tell me that separation is not possible.

I believe you.

Our edges blurred and smugded into nonexistence.

Your colour smeared on mine so that only slivers of me flicker through.