It’s not an accident that my body sings.
Rings, like a tuning fork bashed, dipped into a river to ripple the fish to sleep.
Light.
What is it all for?
A nervous system shedding its scars. A river sending them out to sea.
This is what I like to think of my new body. The one that glows when I shed a layer.
The one that creates, and shines, and creates again.
This is not autism. This is light.
The light showed me an Autistic girl who needed to be loved.
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