She was an angel craving chaos.
Her voluminous plume having grown heavy
She sought to shed the burden of a few perfect feathers.
Fleeing into the night she dropped
Fiery crumbs across the sky.
Chasing the trail he gathers up the embers
Against the skin of his back;
He was a demon seeking peace
In the singe of heaven’s falling star.
Met in the midst of their agony
I might as well be mute
And you may as well be deaf
In your right ear,
But those are not the reasons
I never told you any of this.
I just knew to the roots of my teeth
And the skin of my tongue
That you wouldn’t hear me.
Numb: adjective, deprived of feeling or responsiveness.
I never understood why they told me that numb was good;
That it would help me heal.
Numb is never the absence of feeling.
Numb is the condom that would keep me clean but you refuse to wear.
Job done you tell me goodbye means forever.
Six hours later I am still counting the aggregate in the asphalt between my knees.
Road rash hurts right? I don’t feel it.
I don’t feel anything.
That’s not quite true.
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