The body was four years old when it

  lost its sense of touch

because of all the hitting.

 

The body was eight years old when it

  lost its sense of smell

because there was month-old dog shit all over the house.

 

The body was ten years old when it 

  lost its sense of hearing,

after Momma and her boyfriend fought every day.

 

The body was twelve years old when it

  lost its sense of sight

when it couldn't bear to remember the abuser's face.

 

The body was sixteen years old when it

  lost its sense of taste

as the eating disorder was the only way to control anything.

 

The body feels itself losing a war,

slowly falling apart.

It can't handle any more of this.

The vessel is crumbling apart.

There's no way to feel the world anymore.