Theseus as Frankenstein's Monster on Halloween, BY mitchell solomon |
Just because we survived doesn't mean we don’t hurt. Maybe we aren’t meant to be whole. Maybe we lose pieces of ourselves, ears and arms and toes littering time’s road like breadcrumbs. Rushing to gather found appendages to see if they fit. Hand holding hand, jamming a degloved humerus to scapula, draping foraged skin over exposed ribs, hoping for a matching shape. Cells mutated, discarded, replaced each day, longing to belong. And for the first time in all the times we’ve connected, perhaps we will heal, together. |
Mitchell Solomon is a Jewish writer with work appearing or forthcoming in The Healing Muse, The West Review, Analogies & Allegories, Near Window, Pages Penned in Pandemic, and GLITCHWORDS. He lives in San Francisco.