Originally posted on my blog 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 familials, 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

Published by Otaije Melissa