The third-worst possible pain (A poem)

The first two (as far as I know) would be childbirth and getting kicked in the crotch…

Burning
Fullness
The skin, red
stretched to where it’s about to tear

Pressure, unrelenting
fading into the background
but always present

I know better
but haven’t learned

The burning, unrelenting pressure
beneath reddish-purple skin
drones on

Were it not for the sharp, excruciating pain
sure to follow
I would rip the nail from its bed
then try to stem the flow of blood
from the wound

(8 October 2015—posted October 9th)

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