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3,000 Gallons of Diesel - Crushed into my spine
TW- Chronic pain.
3,000 Gallons of Diesel - Crushed into my spine
"How does it feel, when I press here? "
"Ice cold. Inside of me" I reply.
"I've never heard that before, said the Dr." .....
It begins as a spark, a lick of ice cold fire.
Nipping at the branches & trees
It grows and spreads
The center
Ever hotter, colder, needles
more intense.
Till I want to scoop
Out the kindling -
That is my spine-
Like ice cream.
Carve out my nerves
and give me peace.
3,000 Gallons of Diesel - Crushed into my spine
"How does it feel, when I press here? "
"Ice cold. Inside of me" I reply.
"I've never heard that before, said the Dr." .....
It begins as a spark, a lick of ice cold fire.
Nipping at the branches & trees
It grows and spreads
The center
Ever hotter, colder, needles
more intense.
Till I want to scoop
Out the kindling -
That is my spine-
Like ice cream.
Carve out my nerves
and give me peace.
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