Bruised Rib

Perpetual swelling
And discoloring,
Preventing me from
Moving freely,
And leaving me gasping for my next breath.

I brush my hand
Against the wound
And savor
It's sweet pain.
The pain I'm addicted to.

So I beat the wound,
In fear that time
Will erase it.

Reviews

[Constance]

Profound but short and simple. I like it.
How true that often pain becomes better than no feeling at all.