Numb Poem by Kynthia Rosgeal

In an abyss of my own filth I
Swirl Deep black waters surround
Me. Filling my mouth and lungs
With a stinging sweet bitter

Breath.

I can only gasp occasionally going
Round, down, back up, teasing me
With hope. Then nothing. Demons tug
At my hair, claw my eyes, tears feed them

Then

Nothing. Empty. Numbness. Pain without
Cessation, ongoing and paralysis I want
To scream but my lungs wont move
Now, or ever again. The sun, blue, cold

Dead

Shining on my face, ruined, blue
Cold and stiff. The freezing pale
Blue light awakens the demons
They hunger. They clamor

This time they feed, and feed well.