Self-erasure

I realized today that I can disappear in small increments.

Instead of doing it all at once in one big, difficult, dramatic exit, I can instead just die quality, one piece at a time.

Self-erasure will be my salvation.

Less and less of me, quietly disappearing, retreating into hiding.

I don’t know why I didn’t see it sooner, especially once I realized that the more I retreat, the more I am accepted — further proof I don’t belong in this time.