I wonder if you know what it’s like
To be touched by pain
To feel it press against you like a corporeal being
Do you know what it’s like to have no bruise
And yet a bruise is being pressed over and over
Have you felt fire on your feet, perhaps something that expands just pushing
Pressing
Poking
Stabbing
It’s not like a wave, I have waves they’re different
It’s like something has touched you, and that touch is pain
Do you know what it is to be poked and prodded by pain all day
And just wish it would finally stop?
Leave a comment