Ouchie

This pain I cannot physically remove

or run away from, consumes my every movement. It sits on top

of my muscles, pressing them flat

so they crumble under the weight of

my own stressful undoing.

Hunching over I expect to expel

this ache from my skin.

It rumbles my atoms and compresses them together into a diamond lump that anchors

like a malicious tumor.

The large capsules I swallow provide

no reprieve to the everlasting

throbbing that ruins my mood

and humbles my day, leaving me sat in bed alone

with my excessive pillows.

This feather-down fortress wrapped in silk sheets and comforters, pile high to block out the world and all it’s agony, as I have enough

of my own with this soreness.

I sleep to dream the discomfort away.