She floats in
the ether
Of non
feeling
As lithe as a
leaf
Blown astray
By a furious
storm,
Cast out,
Or aside,
And yet in a
strange way
At peace,
I almost envy
her
Not the
trauma or pain
But the
numbness
Embracing her
When all else
Is said and
done
Her rapid
heart beat
The only
remembrance
Uneven,
Even desperate,
Pattering on
Like an old
gas guzzler
After the
ignition
Is switched
off
Not yet fully
Cognizant about
The end of
the affair,
Yet numbness
Is not living,
To feel is
To be alive,
The deeper
the feeling
The more we
live,
She is so
powerful
She scares
people
Even me,
If left to
what
She might become,
A potency
I fear I
might
Someday have
come to serve
All that
remains
Is the quiet,
Where she
finds peace
For the moment,
With nothing
else left
By her
beating heart
To tell her
She’s still
alive
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