I stuck my finger in the new gunshot hole in the wall
It was still hot, and the gunpowder still lingered in the air
I was still numb, unfeeling, fingers tingling, heart stopped
I can't rightly explain the feeling, but it was weird, uncanny
I remember when I heard the gunshot this morning,
I looked at my mom, and I stood frozen, cold, gone, nothingness
Expressionless, completely numb, listening for a sound
Besides the ringing of the blast in my hollow ear drums