The opposite of an exorcism: having my soul drawn back into the center of my body where it sits, again, like a pearl, smooth and bright.
I’ll keep feeling for it in the dark, remember and return to the heaviness of my legs and the strength of their connection to the ground beneath them.
And I’ll sleep and sleep, getting back into those purring RPMs and out of the high whine that comes from going too fast in too low a gear.
And in three weeks I’ll go back and have the healer, the weaver, the jeweler, the mechanic check my work and see if things are still remedial or not.
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