Numb... Poem by Nestor David Armas

She's numb

To the last crumb

Eyes like stale bread,

Lying there as if dead

Her bed no coffin,

But wood not lacking

She welcomes no feeling,

Her hair push pins

Nails like chalk,

She won't talk

All her thoughts are sins

Send her reeling

Hear a cat hacking

Fur balls and she's coughing

Blood into her hands

Blink again

And it's saliva and phlegm,

Clouds and rain

Are all to her; pain,

The skies greys are black

Makes her heart a heavy sack,

To push much less carry

She can't even cry

Just sigh all dark and dreary,

Return to sleep, living lie,

As her hope is flickering

But she's a Zippo among BICs

And though her thoughts are bickering,

No heart beating is just she's a Rolex with no ticks...

(December 5th,2012)