I am numb. I want to throw myself against the wall just to feel. My senses have run-off with the memory of you. In my dumb blindness I’m feeling around someone else’s scent in a thirsty attempt to taste your feeling.

The tears don’t feel like going out.
She's stuck to the bed.
Numbed frown.
Lips conjealed.
Dancing feet frozen.
She doesn’t feel like life today.
She stops.
She sinks.

******* just to feel.
something.
anything
a ten second high
addictive personality
She rolls up her life, her future, her personality, her intellect and potential into Rizzla every day,
lighter at the ready she burns.

Crooked nose meets a saddening smile. Eyes dart from one blackhead to the next. Pores overflowing, oily skin peeling. Focused back onto untamed brows. Bizarre ears stick out of limp cheekbones. Hairy double-chin pokes out in an acne-ridden frenzy. Look too hard at a mirror and you’ll go blind.