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there is the strangest kind of disconnect

she dreams of herself
she has dark eyes and light skin and thin bones
and she wakes up and stares down at her body
and her skin is too smooth
and her fingers are too short
and she is wrong, wrong, wrong

she stares down at her body
and it's not her body
it's the body she inhabits
there must have been some kind of mistake
a mix-up, a typo, a error in the paperwork

this body doesn't fit right
her fingers are too short
like a shirt three sizes too small

there are three moles on her wrists and there shouldn't be
there should be a birthmark on her hip and there isn't
when she speaks, it's always in the wrong key
there is the strangest kind of disconnect

she dreams of herself
she has wide eyes and scarred skin and thin bones
she doesn't feel like she's trying
to fit herself inside a matchbox, a thimble, a pen lid
she has room to breathe

she breaks the body's ankle
and she hardly feels any pain
there is the strangest kind of disconnect
she is missing a birthmark and six moles
and several millimetres worth of finger bone
and she is in the wrong body
there must have been some kind of mistake

when she speaks, it's always in the wrong key
people always misinterpret her expressions
because they always translate wrong
onto her too-light eyes and her too-full mouth

this body doesn't fit right
it's a matchbox, a thimble, a pen lid
she is a forest fire, an ocean, a black hole
she doesn't have room to breathe

she wakes up and stares down at the body
the too-short fingers, the too-smooth skin
there is wrongness lining the teeth
there is the strangest kind of disconnect
there must have been some kind of mistake

Description
there is the strangest kind of disconnect

she dreams of herself
she has dark eyes and light skin and thin bones
and she wakes up and stares down at her body
and her skin is too smooth
and her fingers are too short
and she is wrong, wrong, wrong

she stares down at her body
and it's not her body
it's the body she inhabits
there must have been some kind of mistake
a mix-up, a typo, a error in the paperwork

this body doesn't fit right
her fingers are too short
like a shirt three sizes too small

there are three moles on her wrists and there shouldn't be
there should be a birthmark on her hip and there isn't
when she speaks, it's always in the wrong key
there is the strangest kind of disconnect

she dreams of herself
she has wide eyes and scarred skin and thin bones
she doesn't feel like she's trying
to fit herself inside a matchbox, a thimble, a pen lid
she has room to breathe

she breaks the body's ankle
and she hardly feels any pain
there is the strangest kind of disconnect
she is missing a birthmark and six moles
and several millimetres worth of finger bone
and she is in the wrong body
there must have been some kind of mistake

when she speaks, it's always in the wrong key
people always misinterpret her expressions
because they always translate wrong
onto her too-light eyes and her too-full mouth

this body doesn't fit right
it's a matchbox, a thimble, a pen lid
she is a forest fire, an ocean, a black hole
she doesn't have room to breathe

she wakes up and stares down at the body
the too-short fingers, the too-smooth skin
there is wrongness lining the teeth
there is the strangest kind of disconnect
there must have been some kind of mistake