• My shoulder hurts.
    As in, really hurts.
    As in, Good Lord in Heaven, ow--
    And I'm not even religious.
    I want to swear
    Really, really badly.
    I can feel the words
    Clawing at my throat,
    Painfully clawing,
    Bursting--!
    And then, nothing.
    I feel nothing.
    I feel nothing but the damp,
    And the relief,
    And the pale anxiety to return
    Home.
    I'll be home in one half-hour.
    Home--
    A little less warm,
    A little more damp,
    And a little more safe without the darkness.
    I'll be home.