That relentless guest that entered decades ago, knows not when to leave or when it is time to sleep. Lately it has risen with such vigour as it gnaws its way in private rooms where it does not belong. Kneading ever slowly, it spreads its venom throughout its host. No drug can lessen the power of its fists as it insists on making its presence known.
jabbing in her sleep
kneading ‘til she gasps in pain
wakefulness befriends
ice packs try to soothe
inflamed neck and shoulders
healing’s no recourse
ice to heat to ice
embracing fleeting moments
chasing small comforts
© Tournesol ‘19-04-06
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