W.o.u.n.d.

You shoved me back into myself when I tried to get out.

So I must be incapable of connection. I must have been destined to be impure and infected but I'm just fighting it now.

I can watch what everyone else is enjoying. But I can't communicate. Inches apart, we can't compete with this sinister distance, an insurmountable barricade.

Closing the distance. Opening the closeness.