My window is open. It’s raining outside. The air just as hot as my skin. Sweat from the day sitting in my hair and on my skin.
We are spreading our limbs like birds in the sun. The sounds of a city evening coming inside. People laughing, people yelling, an ambulance whining in the back.
There is no border between your body and mine, no space that just belongs to one of us. We are staring at the ceiling in the dim yellow light coming from the old lamp in the corner.
I‘m telling you about how I don’t feel human. How I think I am more a creature than a boy or a girl. And I want to know what your spit tastes like. I want you to show me where my body ends.
I want you to be a soul with me. I‘m sticky and I‘m tired and I want to disappear into your chest. I have a desire inside myself and maybe that is what will finally make me human.

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A little bit about the author :

Name : Emma

Pronouns :  She/they

Age : 20

Location :  Germany

I think the most important thing about me is that I am a writer. It‘s how I breathe and dream and how I experience the world.I‘m still learning and working on my own writing, but nothing makes me happy like writing does.

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