At first, pain is like a prick your skin.
Like getting sunburned on a sunny day at the beach, with sand still clinging on your skin after a volleyball win.
It suddenly swells into the pricks of a thousand needles. Like lying on a bed of thorns, each piercing into your skin,
slowly,
as if it has all the time in the world, it kindles.
Then comes the hurt.
Like a slow, tantalizing drink.
Slow and steady,
it hurts to even blink.
It seeps into your core, you can feel it coursing through your veins,
It doesn't bleed,
but it almost makes you wish it did.
The worst part is the numbness that follows,
its like hurt, but just nothingness.
It just makes you wallow.
Like cold,
wet,
heavy cement
making its way through your body,
Shutting down your mind,
your mind,
encasing your heart,
making you wish that things could go back to the start.
But when a wound reopens,
it festers.
it stings, it kicks,
it lashes out.
Shutting down your ability to think.
Shifting eyes, tapping toes
peeling skin, counting sores.
Its all you can think about.
How it felt, how you left.
Just like a drug, you start to crave it more and more.
You start seeking hurt out,
just to feel something else than the hurt you feel now.
You start building walls around it.
but it keeps on festering, under your closed knit.
Until you forget and run your fingers over it again,
and your pain begins.
Anew.
