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
