Stress fracture

Splinters chip off my broken bones, marrow oozes. Blood swells in my pours.  I feel nothing? Shock fades, I'm still conscious. Still breathing.. My glossy eyes flutter, trying to focus.  I  inhale, not air.  The pain,  That all too familiar pain.  My hollow chest cavity fills  with the fog of memory and realization. My pulse quickens. There's a voice "fuck it, at least you can still feel something" I sink, recoiling my body into the tiniest ball. Temples in between shaky  knees, arms crossed over  bruised and bloody shins,  fingers cradling tired ankles. For  3 days  I sat in that position. Remembering you, and absorbing  every minute of this cruel joke that life played on us.


I'm going back to bed now.