hurt is not pain.
the first lesson. an idle one that
crept up my throat, slithering
into complacency until I was docile.
hurt is not pain,
but it sure as hell can be anything else.
Today, a place. Where I knew
I was, to the world, a void.
Where… who knows.

Hurt is not Pain,
hurt is the bruise of long nights
desperate days, foreign words,
forgotten times, too much thinking,
hurt is the blood on your hands,
wept not from agony but vinified from
Lethe into a libation, offered falsely,
Hurt is not Pain but it is
a word too much, a sentence too little,
a breath too late.