Pain is my nemesis.
My cross to bear.
Burning spreads across my chest.
Tentacles snake up my neck ... across my shoulders... down my arms...
If I drew it, it would look like a molten heaving mass - black, and red, and yellow...
Fatigue melts my flesh ‘til it feels liquid and heavy...
the only respite -
Be a horizon on a bed of relief.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
My soul whispers...
“Let go of the sea of shame.
The dishes will wait.
The floors will stay unswept.
No...
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