My insides have forgotten how to feel.
They ignore the impulses or mistake them for mere hunger.
A churning stomach is no more than a plea for nourishment
A throbbing heart no more than exhaustion.
Shallow breaths are only a gasp for air
Trembling hands merely a weakness of muscle.
I have become a plain mass of neurons and receptors, nothing else.
Reactions to stimuli cause and effect
Pain is a purely physical response
Not the all encompassing storms that used to inhabit these outlands.
A reef collects shipwrecks protecting this strand from exploration
As the pounding surf erodes me.