Recursive

This pain is toothless
though it bites and
numbs me from within;
with a nibble here and there
it leaves marks on me
a pulverized pain;
With the clickety clackety sound
of the teeth
clenched together and shut tightly
I can feel everything going numb;
This tepid life and the
mournful scars of the reality
with it shapeshifting monster
and the ghouls lingering inside
the layers of my skin
sometimes morphs and takes shapes
sometimes they just sit
still hiding within;
This undulating wave of the
simmering and the rising pain
I need a magic potion
an elixir,
to make them disappear
just need to click the heels together again;
Those memories
etching blisters on my yellow skin
leaves the suppurating marks
marking its territory
to put a bookmark
a reminder,
for the next time
from where to start
again.

4 thoughts on “Recursive

  1. Your first lines pulled me in:
    The pain is toothless though it bites. Thank you for sharing as many of us suffer with some type of illness.

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