Run With Scissors (Edit: DON’T)

Thu, 03/08/2018 - 08:37 -- tuna

My feet hurt whenever I walk

Even with my orthotics on

And any time I try to run

Tears pool as my bunions flare up

Turning the pain to 60 from 1

 

They say don't run with scissors

Or you'll hurt yourself

Yet that pain is not worse

Than the lines in my chest

And a blade

Covered in blood

 

The scars on my arms

And legs

They are easy to see

As well as the discoloration of my knees

The marks on my hands

Glow red in the cold on my fair Caucasian skin

The lines on my shins are from cleaning the shower

I knelt down in bleach for nearly an hour

The sizzling of my flesh

Like a back burner on in my brain

 

I never knew that bruises could scar

So they overlap

The more that I fall

‘till my knees are so tender

That it hurts

To pull

My pants

On

 

Echoes reverberate through my Bones

Marrow stunted by arthritic pains

Hands shaken with minute tremors

From the mountains of medications

Running through my veins

 

I have the face of a teenager

But only on good days

My body’s that crazy old man from Monty Python

And the soul of a witch hermit living in the mountain

 

My bones hurt when it rains

Joints swelling

Covered in puffy veins

I've been told I have the feet

Of a 40 year old man

And after a fall of 15 feet

I have the back to match

 

I think I can say without a doubt

I'll have arthritis before I'm 30

And legally blind to boot

But I can also say with similar confidence that

I've never run with scissors

And hurt myself

 

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