To hold the hand flat on a searing surface Would be unthinkable Unbearable Psychical pain Physical pain Are equal They both light up the same area of the brain To hold a thought, a memory, of great pain unflinchingly Is as meaningful as taking a knife to our own jugular Yet we do it Constantly […]
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Ever let a comment hang? Words can shimmer or drip Slip Slip Slipping They have a life of their own Leave them alone It’s quite delicious Some arseholes attempt at a sarcastic jibe It is supposed to puncture and injure your side Yet it can’t You are impervious until you react for it is in […]
