Anti-numbA Poem by BetanuZweiI am hypersensitive to the world. Nerve endings tingle. Each I-Love-You stings somewhere below the surface, skin untouched, chaste. My reflection is bruised and shivering. I pay no attention. There is no reality, no true existence outside of my head. Inside I can’t remember how I’d painted my back blue and yellow and purple. I cannot feel the cold, the wind or the rain. So the mirror is lying. I burn up; simultaneously combusting in my brain and freezing in my heart. The thermometer flashes temperate. Thirty seven degrees Celsius. It must be broken. I could see you laid beside me, smell your shampoo. I didn’t feel a thing. So you are a ghost then. © 2011 BetanuZwei |
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Added on February 1, 2011 Last Updated on February 1, 2011 AuthorBetanuZweiUnited KingdomAboutMy name is Beth, though Bet or Betanu are also fine. I have written online before using my pseudonym/alter-ego Brian. He has a facebook fanpage and everything ;) To save you wasting your time read.. more..Writing
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