day ten

Numb Womb

Last night when a star streaked by, I told it I wanted to be numb again.

I remember when I was numb. Like a child in a womb, I was protected and cradled, from the pain that is existence.

But then like a child stepping on a mine, I discovered I had a heart. A drill and a heart with holes, A salt and an open wound, Is like a mind and some memories.

Analysing turned into paralysing, and beliefs turned into illusions. When finally thinking became supressing, I embraced the fake highs and true lows.

But everyday I inch closer, Everday I grow wholer. Everyday I find a new hole.

So when the star streaks by tomorrow, I think I'll ask it for the same old rotten dusty heart.

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