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Mother, my hands are not my own.
The ones I have are someone else's - they are useless to me. My old ones have been removed, and these old man's hands have been grafted on in their place.
I took a flower the other day and rolled its stem between these lumps I now have for fingers, trying to woo some sensation into them, but it was hopeless.
My feet, too, are different. I'm convinced they're not my old ones. It must happen whilst I'm asleep, when the shadows deepen and the forces of the inbetween come alive.