By Eve Rivers

CN: Dissociation


Blunted off from reality
Losing words
Losing the ability to speak the words

The veil comes down.


This poem was written during a dissociative episode on a train. All the people around were rendered in 2D, their faces flat and unmoving, ‘the veil’, as I called it, had come down. There are no words for this experience – it is not a transient thing or a fleeting feeling, it is a state of being. It is being so far removed from yourself and everyone that you are a dust mote in the air, wimpling in the wind. This poem describes how I feel when I dissociate.


Image by Jesse Freeman


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