Sometimes I can even feel my sadness internally. It sinks through from my throbbing head shooting to the bottom of my finger tips. A numb feeling remains. Not the ordinary kind of numb. A numbness that craves to be touched, a stroke of a finger or something to grab on to. I tried grabbing an ice cube today, I clutched it with nearly devoted hands loving it until it melted. My fingers dripped yet no throbbing cold sensation persisted. I can feel it in my chest. A horse bounding through my ribcage and charging into my heart causing the vulgar fluttery feeling like one who's mourning over their cheating husband or their lack of sanity.

Occasionally I look so dead a vulture could come snatch me up and take me to his lover.