It goes silent
hours
days
longer
until you forget to move to the other side
and even then
not every time
Doesn't appear to be a pattern
not
just hot
not
just cold
One day it just wakes
or
one night
Yes
usually night
Like a punch to the lower jaw
thrown by a drunk angry little man
Instantly awake
stuff down pills
swish a little salt
build up support
try to sleep in an uncomfortable position
a fan in the face
attempting to blow away the pain
7-July-24
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 7 of 31 CampNaNoWriMoJuly2024
Life inspiring poems. Little man punching - visceral.
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ReplyDeleteWas aiming for the pain.
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