Pain
If you can imagine
a hot poker
The red glow
Taken from the furnace
poked into the excruciating chest
ripping Down the sides of you sticking to your insides like Velcro not wanting to release
its stinging barbs.
A cohesive attraction
of sore flesh
stuck to the Sellotape bone
A Tourniquet of skin
Twisting and tightening
Inside you
Turning in opposite directions
Until you sit upright.
Avie.
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