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The Truth Hurts And So Do My Bones
It starts out small, the universe didn’t just will itself into being, and like the spark that started everything, the ache in my bones sets me ablaze while simultaneously using it’s giving hands to cover me in ice. All I’ve known is the frost and the flames, and all they’ve known is me. I am not a man of skin and bone--rather I am a man who has pebbles instead of joints, electricity burns instead of muscle, and tears of pain that give me cavities. The pebbles grew in place over time, the electric burns were given to me by the heart and the mind that was diagnosed with a sleeping disorder. My jaw and eyelids stay colorful when the sky cannot, and over time the tears that roll into my mouth have cemented it shut. All it takes is time. There are sequences when the Sun and the Moon take me in their arms and relieve me of these things, but they can’t take them away forever. These items are unfortunately renewable, and no matter how much Tylenol I take and how many times I raise my arms to the stars, the pebbles grow back and the electricity finds its fire and I start to weep. I find myself walking around at night wondering if the creaks I hear in the floorboards are just my bones wearing down. I knew I should’ve listened to my body’s whispers before they turned into screams.
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