3.) Body integrity dysphoria

 A limb feels false, though it is mine,

A quiet longing, hard to define.


The mind and body drift apart,

A restless ache within the heart.


Cortex signals clash with flesh,

Ownership fractured, boundaries mesh.


Synapses whisper “not my own,”

A body part estranged, unknown.


Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo



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