Comfortably Numb

"COMFORTABLY NUMB"

The needle stung, it pierced her skin, it dragged its way across her empty vein,

Her body, void of blood, her heart had abandoned her,

She lay motionless, comfortably numb, blind, floating in welcoming pain;

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Sailing away on a cloud of endorphins, safe, secure aboard a brilliant dreamboat,

With starry skies and new pathways to charter,

She puffed out her chest and sung out loud, ‘Oh! Malevolent goat’;

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‘Thou shalt not drink of thy blood again, nor feast on thy flesh

No longer is thine yours to pillage or murder;’

She lay motionless, comfortably numb, awake, floating in synchromesh

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The needle stabbing its way into her mind, warm bloody ink spewing into her soul,

flooding her vessel with a new euphoria, she let out a shudder

She puffed out her chest, rising up to reclaim what the goat had stolen

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A brilliant phoenix flew across her mind's eye, lighting up the dark like a coruscating candle,

illuminating every chasm of her soul in sweet surrender,

She lay motionless, comfortably numb, reveling in the fucking scandal

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The needle stung with vigor as it dragged into her flesh. She reflected, pondered;

‘Why aren't I like that wise old bird, humanities savior and defender?

I am the High Priestess of my world, dammit’’, she thundered

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With every stroke of the artist’s vision, she awakened into her dreams,

she felt fresh blood pooling in her heart as she focused on surrender,

She puffed out her chest, consumed in her carnal screams

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Absorbing the artists presence like a moth to a flame, enthralled by potent hand,

Perched on her cage, free, her spirit rising and falling in orgasmic surrender,

She lay motionless, comfortably numb, naked, dancing on new canvas in some wonderland

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She was taken aback, the new aura of her skin, flashed like a story book of love,

The more bold the palate absorbed, the more she craved her inks to melt together,

‘I am the High Priestess of my world dammit, below and above.’

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She puffed out her chest, and rose as the Phoenix to take flight,

She lay motionless, comfortably numb, her old skin crying, dying

‘I am the High Priestess of my world dammit, the time has come, I must fly towards the light.’

By Leeza Cooper

ABSTRACT FOR MY POEM, “COMFORTABLY NUMB”

"INKS AND NEEDLES".

This poem describes the abuse I suffered in the past, by the actions of my ex, “a malevolent goat”, and how, after my house fire, I chose to rise from the ashes like a phoenix and fly thousands of miles from Australia, across the ocean to America in search of a new fertile land in which to shed my old skin and create a new bright spiritual canvas.

The poem depicts my thoughts, feelings and emotions as I lay on the tattooist's table willingly surrendering to his burning needle and trusting him with my depleted empty vessel.

My dreams of escaping the insidious cage cast over me for nearly two decades and the desire for a life of freedom and love, came closer and closer with every stroke of my tattooist's hand. The searing pain numbed me into a euphoric comfort, one I had never known. Eventually after many many hours and months of artistic therapy, I floated off the table in a joyous palate of feathers, roses, ladybugs and the all encompassing phoenix.

I was then, what you would call, “Comfortably Numb” in my own world of pleasure and pain.

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