The hardest part?..

The vulnerability the pain presents, The reminder that a simple rose prick can ripple the pain, whether from over or within. The sensation that the bone lining your shin can crumble from the burning within. How the pain can separate the cells like kinetic sand, burning between the space of indifference. How she skin on the heels of my feet feel like they are cracking and burning, even without the weight or mere thought of walking. Or the inflamed veins I feel atop my hands, as an actor commands his puppet strings, but with the thought that submitting to a simple fingered outreach can burn with ice from within. I can continue, and perhaps I will, but for now those are at least at the top layers.