The noise and the little rattle.
If you were to pick me up and shake me, you’d hear it.
The little hunk of metal in my chest.
「カプセルです。」
Full of the passion that has gradually built over the years thanks to a secluded life. Caged in by ribs, layers of clothing, embarrassment, inaction.
But somethings different now.
Less painful. Less heavy. Less there to fill space, less likely to crowd my lungs.
Ready to claw out.
I think my anaesthesia’s worn off.
「じゃあ、ねー！」
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