Exquisite pain,
Like sharp stones
Cutting into the surface of calm
Sending ripples on alone
To wake the rest.
Molten rock,
Melting joints while
Muscles smolder, sweat, and turn
Pooling in a vile
Puddle of suffering.
Pain in the depths,
The dark bowels of fleshly frame;
Ligament and bone,
Blood and tissue, pain
As the new normal.
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