And what a funny thought it is, too.

Thu, 06/30/2016 - 23:43 -- 15cfisk

under my spine, the tiniest voice mumbles that it is


for me to move on.

catharsis at 1800 hours

words ease the ache yet make the sting worse

I learned a long time ago that pain is never as simple as pain

pain is contained within itself, a thousand incarnations of suffering neatly characterized and classified in the pages of my journal

and yet I still find it hard to draw the line between physical and mental anguish unless I am holding the pen

I like the words because they make sense 

when the doctors say "disease", I know I can shut my eyes and flip the letters inside out and upside down until they instead spell


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