The Part I Hate

opening my eyes in the morning

The pain is there, in the daylight, waiting for me. So backwards I mentally scramble, back into the sheltering darkness…but its too late. The pain knows where I am now, so it comes into the darkness with me, settling deep and low in my spine, throbbing. Unending. It pulses, growing hotter, sharper by the millisecond. I want to scream, wriggle, writhe. No use, the only thing that might help is a tablet, but that means I must sit up and fish for one. Get up and fill a glass of water.

I must Feel This.

in the Iron Furnace.

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