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?

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