The Beauty of Suffering

I taste the warm salt through my teeth. I missed this, really–pain–crying, grimacing silently and clenching my fists till my palms blossom into white and then my blood drains.   Pain. Tasteful pain–plunging deeper into pain until my tongue dries, and tear ducts on the inside corner of my eyes sting. I’m seeing the simultaneous … Continue reading The Beauty of Suffering