
Knocked senseless
the runes in my bones
the craters in my veins
the scars in my voice
the tears in my hair
the gas in my eyes
the fire in my skin
the echo in my brain
all gone numb as blood in muddy water
as thickener in poison potions
as formaldehyde in jars
propped on my pillow
as night croaks
as dark squeezes
as dry stars pelt
as no moon shimmers
as weak legs falter
as doubting stomach lurches
erased like chalk on mellow wanting
the ache retreating
the absence receding
the pain subsiding
the confusion retort less
no wonder
no hope
no joy
nothing but a solid urge to wake tomorrow in lighter light
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