It is simultaneously devastating and awe-inspiring the adaptations a body can make in order to subsist. Persistence in thrumming organs untuned to a frivolous disarray of melodies. Not unlike gruesome gashes, the neural circuitry illumination within glows amiss. Each pathway rerouted, detoured in the name of being howls the betrayals etched grotesquely in tongues of pain. The decisions made within me, without me about sacrifice and survival are perhaps among the most primordial yet sophisticated there are.
Despair couples with determination, reaching for safety with grasping fingers. The tiny footprints stomping with metronomic manipulation never let me forget. They always persuade me to remember with rhetorical recitation what I’ve had to give up to be here. Now.
In Between The Lines 