Battered and bruised
Wasn’t I scarred enough at the beginning?
Why can’t the perfect encounter flaws?
Spreading the wealth for once;
A democratic approach to pain
Snarls of deep scar tissue
Run so deep, have lost feeling
It must be the surrounding tissue I feel, then,
Pulses of agony lighting on each nerve ending,
Lighting and flitting from perch to perch
Each landing a kiss of seismic misery
The agony is better than the numbness
The deep, twisting ropes more like stone than flesh
At least the pain means life
A stalk springing forth from the soil
A signifier of nourishment and growth beneath the surface.