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