i am human

sometimes, when I am feeling not particularly myself, 

I try to understand all the things that make me human. 

I wrap both my hands around my neck, as if to strangle myself ever so gently, 

and feel the air cascade down the tunnel of my throat. 

in and out it goes. softly and quietly. 

I feel my pulse in my wrists and my thighs and in my stomach. red blood writhes underneath the thin veil of my ghostly skin. 

I brush the tips of my fingers over the ends of my eyelashes and through the softness of my hair.

sweet and delicate and smooth. 

I hug myself, entangling my body in my own warmth and I laugh. 

I am human! I am alive!