dasha

today there will be no solice in my soul, my body aches, my hips do not allow for me to sleep in comfort. the many waking hours spent in pain. the throbbing numbness that awaits the shut of my eyelids deepens with every step. no longer will i feel the tender clouds beneathe my legs. no more will the soft carress of cotton console my knees. the story of sleep and pain reveals itself through the limping of a wasted youth.