a loss of sensibility

a loss of sensibility

The numb after a cry settles in her chest

and fills her mind with static—

a fracture into the laced composure—

which reminds her of who she is,

who she isn’t,

or whether she knows at all.

Chaos can venture amongst the quiet.

Always the one to kill the silence before

her truth can whisper through a crack,

she lies between a craved smile and the numb.