We Prefer To Be Numb

Polished, but jagged-long nails only trace the skin
In hints of growing thought
The eyes feel at place and the body feels numb and comfortable
And the mind a little unsettled
Shivers start at the core like hard alcohol spreading through like a massage
But rolling like melted ice, how it easily slides off a hand
They feel as if they turned each one of us inside out and our backs feel like a million little pricks of needles were summoned upon us at once
Just our heads are dunked into the freezing water and our necks jolt, straightening out farther to respond to the cool breath that tickles from the other side of the water
Some chosen imperfected other whispers suggestively foul things at our ears and necks severing our thoughts from drifting
And the true meaning erupts like a blossoming of blue and purple bruises starting at our smallest limbs crippling inward
Destroying like a disease, it freezes each blood line- aiming for the heart
Our feet dangle like branches in the gray clouds (no fruits on these trees)
We are then placed somewhere squandering away for years
We imagine destruction even though we have already been there
Aware of our disillusion, we ease ourselves into realization
The breath of life is indeed icy.