If you don’t see it, you’re not looking hard enough, I am an it, a vessel to be filled with whatever you have to give. You can build me how you like, through your own perceptions of what it means to be human; empty of anything that may make me, I, recognisable. Torn open and ready to be filled. I told you all before how you could sew up the wounds with strawberry laces. They’re to make me sweeter.