pain

Red drops on white tile
What a romantic idea
Reality’s more like bloody phlegm
But similes don’t matter when you are in pain

As my body braces itself for the assault
My mind goes blank and statics buzz in my ear
I can retain no memory
Nothing leaves behind

I’m only aware of the dull ache
The throbbing pain
My small of the back radiates pinpricks
Nausea steals any reason

My mind takes a forced vacation

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