excerpt form pain room


Pain. My feet, up my legs, my hips, my back, my hands
No longer hold, fuck the centre, when eating hot dogs fails
To raise my spirits I can confirm we and that includes me
Were born to die. Not soon enough for some and that includes me
Unable to find a painless posture I photograph my screams with
A three or ten second delay and a fake  X-ray filter.

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