It went numb.
From the first note to the last feather fall.
I could fix me.
With a handful of pills.
Or a spent brass shell.
All equations can be solved
with one well placed zero.
Just another raw itch
of a scab picked clear to the bone.
No amount of acetone or moonshine will wash it away.
Like a winter without blankets.
A desert without sand.
All it took was one pause.
When there should have been a step.
My world was never the same color again.