Throbbing Sockets
Post-surgery agony - such a simple yet hideous thingThis poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Throb, throb, throb,With the weight of liquid lead oceansThumping against theLeague-thick wallsOf iron and stone whereCaverns of viscous bloodSeeps and pumps intoEmpty sockets of spikey stitchingAnd all I know isPain,Pain,PainAnd the sweltering molten hot ice ofAgonising ache.Throb, throb, throb,With the weight of the planetsIn...
