Numb Poem by Sarah Cotnam

</>looking at my layered mirrored self
my bandaids are coming undone
from showing wounds and hiding them again.
you can't see what i've done recently.
just another tip from the ones I love
more bandages, mail ordered, come in.
starting to resemble the dead-man mummy
if only I could step down and open my weak eyes.
maybe next time the light will be holy
but this dead-man can't be around no more.
Simone's man knows, I can't be found.
I've become a burden, that's not funny at all
I've become the best liar, in the world.