Inspiration Pain
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Waking up in the morning, there’s no telling what will come up during the day-
Everything I go through, everything I do, contributes to a bigger picture.
But what if the bigger picture doesn’t exist?
I grasp the pain that binds me
and swallow it—
the chains scraping and ripping
into my neck—
I feel them tear into my chest
and I feel pain grovel in pain as it reaches the acidity of my stomach.
