Invisible pain,
Phantom limbs,
Cobain’s burning stomach,
Jean Paul’s nausea,
The voices in your head that won’t stop screaming
how worthless and pointless you are.
The throbbing,
the stabbing,
the limping.
The murmuring hearts.
The blood vessels ready to burst.
Ungodly, torturous, and unseen.
Phantom limbs,
Invisible pain.
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James J. Jackson 