I hear
Taste
See
Smell IT
(rising from my body
in nefarious waves--
demanding--defiant)
I twist
Moan
Cry
Beg
(beseeching the gods for
just a hint of relief--
they do not deliver)
No rest
Compress
Plaster
Pill
(seems to alleviate
IT--NO thing seems to work--
i'm tortured on the rack)
Consumed
Ravaged
Devoured
Exhausted
(although i don't like IT
IT is a part of me--
i learn to live with IT)
Ahhh...this is absolutely BRILLIANT! You make us feel your pain, and you captured the suffering so well in this write! I know all too well of this nefarious beast; I can identify so well with this write! AWESOME job on this! :) (((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.