Unknown

Pointless aching

Caught in a complex net of fraying strings;

Coarse, abundant and savagely visceral

As remnants of feeling are

Ripped screaming from their root

Leaving deceptive shadows in places you once knew;

Disguising organs, displacing sensations, mapping invisible scars.

The back of the hand is an open wound

Weeping piteously as it reaches

Longingly into tomorrow.

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