My heart started to beat like a metronome in my chest,
and my limbs moved like clockwork throughout my day.
I didn't need to eat or sleep:
I felt nothing and thought nothing,
then I got a week off of work;
my comfortable routine was ripped away,
and my mother started feeding me
trying to cover my newly exposed bones,
begging me to sleep
to get the blackness from around my eyes
to go outside for fresh air
and make my white cheeks pink again,
and you came around and slowly,
you reminded me of my humanity
with your kisses and your love.
your concern made me weep,
for once crying felt good,
tt killed my numbness
and warmed my cold skin:
tt brought this automaton back to life.