NumbnessA Poem by Mallory N. Young
The numbness is unbearable,
the cold seeping even deeper into my skin, all the way to the bone. I can't feel my hands. Are those really my hands? I see them but I can't feel them, as if they have ceased to exist. Finally I stumble inside, the air greets me with a warm welcome. The numbness is ebbing away, my blood flowing back to the limbs, creating a gracious, painful tingle. Everything hurts coming back to life. © 2011 Mallory N. YoungAuthor's Note
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Added on November 17, 2011 Last Updated on November 17, 2011 AuthorMallory N. YoungAboutI'm a student in college and I'm studying English and Creative Writing (this is mostly on my own since my school doesn't have a major or a minor for this which sucks). I love reading, writing (of cour.. more..Writing
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