PAIN

Staring at my blue-veined palms with baby soft skin,

I fold and let my immaculate nails sink into flesh, sending painful sensations up my arm,

Pain.

A call, a clause, a scream, shock then tears,

alas, one has made a journey across the Styx;

to familiars,

Pain.

Young heart, free spirit, hunted and caught by Cupid.

Cupid’s arrow pulled forth,

Pain.

She walks home by nightfall,

a shove, a dark alley, a sharp thrust, she cries out in anguish,

Pain.

This thing called pain demands.

It demands to be felt!

— Melissa.