I have enough. I am enough. Say that out loud, it's wildly cathartic. I have enough. I am enough.

fever dreams.

I am full of fear. Of sorrow. There is an open space in my chest. Absent a rib. I missed out and I know this. I am missing a leg; I will carry on, legless and extra beautiful besides. I am loved. Joyful. Chemical. Genuine. I don't need the leg, I brought extra arms. I…