They say this is what numb isMy head swings back as I rinse the conditioner from my hair. Thud. Fuck. I hit my head. How did I manage to do that? No pain. Why doesn’t it hurt? Shouldn’t it hurt? I swing my head back again. Thud. Again. Thud. Victory! No pain. Harder. Thud. Again. Thud. My rhythm is broken.They say this is what numb is
All that’s left is an echo, an eerie reminder of what could have been, or what could be. I see my reflection, I see blazing red cheeks and eyes that do not seem to belong to anyone I know; that do not seem to belong to me. I see tears. Lukewarm truths and lies and everything in between tricklin
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