Numb

An exercise in dissociation.

The forest floor, once

lush with fresh growth,

has not weathered well,

 

Rich greenery, from

leafy canopy to mossy

carpet, once flourished,

now gone,

 

Treacherous barb-wire

thorns and sludgy, black

pits of compromised earth

now rule the land,

 

We are born perfect, then

perfectly scorned until

our trees no longer bear

fruit,

 

Driven deeper into the

heavenly respite of

detached bliss, the

rest fades away,

 

I float above it all in

a bubble of beautiful,

oblivious numbness,

 

the only price I pay

is eternal alienation

from myself and

everyone else.

-CV

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[Lyra H]

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