Bloodless Pain
When I want to feel pain,
know I’m alive,
I find a photo of you.
I stare at it for hours,
until I nearly scream,
for the torture of it.
I try to picture where you are,
what you’re doing
who you’re with
whether you’re thinking of me.
And then I assume you
haven’t thought of me since
the last time I contacted you
and my jaw begins to ache.
I realize I have been clinching it
mercilessly under the tension.
Posted by Amanda at December 12, 2003 10:56 PM
