The Pain

The brown, stagnant blood down my thighs, soaking my pants.

The spear through my side, unexplainable with no negotiation.

The salt, stinging, streaming down my cheeks.

Lungs like full vacuum cleaner bags.

Feet like swollen warts.

Sharpness travelling up my calves and down my shins, through hopeful walks and dying tries.

My spine, a broken necklace.

My neck, a frozen hinge.

Through the pain I continue to live.

Forgetting to ask for relief, I continue to live.

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