Posted in NaPoWriMo, Pain, Poetry, Writing

Poem: Cycle

Day 9; Poem 9

 

Title: Cycle

 

Irritation.

This nagging churning down below is pushing me closer to the edge.

Fatigue.

Sleep clawing at my eyelids and weakening my limbs.

Pain.

This building ache gradually making its way from my belly to my back.

Hot.

Cold.

Hot.

Cold.

 

And so it begins.

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