Disappearing Act
I woke to find my fingers fading. Slowly, my hands disappeared. I felt myself slip away. I couldn’t touch, lost my sense of smooth and rough. As I wandered the streets, my hair left next. Strand by strand, it slipped away. Wrapped in warm clothing, I was a shadow within my threads.
And yet, no passerby commented as I trudged by, head down. My features vanished next, and not one person looked close enough to observe. Invisible hands pocketed, feet closeted in shoes, I stared in shop windows — a shell gazed back.
Soon, I’d evaporated. No substance, a wandering soul. Clothes discarded, I drifted along lonely roads, an ethereal puff of nothing.
How many others fade away, unknown, forgotten — unnamed? Their unseen stories meet with mine and we travel onward.
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