Breathing through
throbbing pain,
every muscle aches,
but my mind is away
floating on waves.
High on a deep heat haze.
I wince a bit every time
I move just a split,
when my concentration skips
and I let my rigid frame
crumple a bit.
Every surface
smeared in oily
deep heat residue.
The scent burned
into skin. The heat sting.
That changing room
smell, breathed deeply.
It lingers
in every winced cry
ascending into the sky.
Every other smell dissolves,
fearful of this newly scented king.
My room a shrine
to that red tube sunbeam.
It only lasts for
one missed scream,
but for that brief moment
it's like walking in a dream.
Breathing through
withdrawals.
My skin crawls,
as the aching chasms
between the
insect like stings
upon the surface,
get wider and deeper.
So hard to fathom,
like every
vast canyon of pain
leads to another,
and that leads to a crater
where pain was once the epicentre.
Now I'm climbing the walls.
Every cascading stone
another place
that pain calls home.
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