Numb hands

But he would never admit he’s weak.

Keeping his hands on the hot stove without blinking.

Preseted daily speech, with the minimum of dotted lines.

Lack of the needed words.

Papaya sparks, though he cannot tell dreams from truth.

He watches the spiders saving their eggs from the fire.

We have nomadic souls.

And yet so immobilized.

Earth forgot to fasten the lifebelt.

But he’s always walking barefooted. This is not a way to feel alive.

He sees a shelter in his arms.

Surrounded  by all these numb hands. Hugging so hacked and wrong.

No gratitude when picking the right ……….. from the ………… march.

Huh. Still missing words?

„Death by chocolate”.

He…is actually a SHE. And the stove is too hot for her hands to keep on.