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phosphophyllite. phosphophyllite. phosphophyllite.
a face pops into my head. unfamiliar. innocent, smiling, sure of themself. sparkling, minty locks that flow with the gentle sea breeze, confidence in their eyes. it surprises me that i can even remember my old face.
or was it ever my own face at all? have i changed so much that i no longer deserve the name once given to me? what is in a name?
i stare at my hands, flecks of gold shimmering in the bright and artificial light. do these belong to phosphophyllite? are these arms a part of phosphophyllite? or are they gold, simply implanted onto a body which no longer fits its former name? my legs are agate. are they phosphophyllite? my head is lapis lazuli. or is it phosphophyllite? is my eye a pearl? or is it lapis lazuli? or is it phosphophyllite?
are any of the choices i've made phosphophyllite's choices? or are they agate's? or gold's? or lapis lazuli's? am i a monster? an amalgamation of bits and pieces masquerading as someone who no longer exists, foolishly, childishly? if i've retained those qualities, wouldn't i still be phosphophyllite?
or am i simply fooling myself?