Pain is a nasty companion
and sneaky.
Weeks pass with no sign of
him or his shadow.
Then he visits. But gently.
Starting with a morning headache, slight.
Some throbbing, moving through each hour
of the day.
And the first day stretches into another as
a restless nights sleep
compounds the consuming constricted veins that
I can feel pulsating.
Then he goes for the kill – fingers begin to ache,
dull subtle pain that manifests in trembles,
that lock the fingers trying to write this legibly.
In response I put these words to paper at all costs
in hopes of exposing the monster, at least to
confront the veil and rift developing between
body and mind.
