Can you see the searing, pulsing flames as they lick slowly across my chest, burning hotter as they reach my shoulder and linger?
Can you see the color of the glass shards as they slowly wear away at the soft tissue of my hip?
Can you see the sharp knives cutting into my ribs, stealing my breath as I walk?
Can you see the waves of pain crashing down upon me, suffocating in their weight, taking all my energy just to keep from drowning?
They are all reflected in the single tear falling slowly, silently, down my cheek, as I hide my face from you.
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