The fog of Pain clouds my  perspective as if I had stared at the sun until its image imprinted on my retinas.

While it fills my vision it is impossible to remember or believe in a time before the pain was all encompassing.

It is the stuff of legends and myth…

Tick, and  Pain ratchets up another notch, running down my arm and climbing into my spine like a spiny, tenacious vine.

Tick again and Pain screams down the back of my leg and burrows into my bones.

It ratchets higher each moment until the ebb and flow never sinks below the threshold that might allow sleep.

This Pain doesn’t abide sleeping or walking.

One false move and grinding pain convinces my mind that my bones have been torn away from their sockets.

Incandescent pain  lights up the night when  a slight movement ripcords me out of dreaming freefall.