Thursday, December 17, 2015

One Less

The numbness
sunk itself back.
At the base of
my neck.
My skull.
As close as I would
let it.
Shoo-ing it away.
Like it were a pest
and not a feeling.
It wasn't one
I missed
when it was absent.
I didn't mind it
there either.
It let my brain
fold in on itself.
A time
for reflection. Thought.
Could it be, even silence?
Yes, even the pen forgets to move.

Riley Welch

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