Numb Poem by Angela Marie Lara

These ragged wounds
wrap crimson rivulets
around my wrist
that meet and fall
like weights
onto the hard tile floor
with a slapping sound
that almost echoes.

My heavy eyes
finally give in
and as I try to rest
I see the Four Horsemen,
my knights,
coming to take my soul
and lay it atop the
hottest embers ablaze in hell.

I will suffer
a million deaths a minute
and scream until
I have no voice
and cry through immeasurable
amounts of pain
everyday
for eternity
just to be
away from you.

Away
from
this
life.

This
pain.

You.