Sixth Sense


Kōgyo Tsukioka (月岡 耕漁) (1869–1927)

Pain feels like

glass breaking on the edge of a scented blade

                                                                                                of grass.

Pain looks like

screams floating on electric currents

                                                                                                of salt-crusted ice.

Pain sounds like

   tears flashing hot through a window

                                                                                                of time.

Pain smells like

dreams spiraling slowly down a bottomless well in a desert

                                                                                                                        of nowhere.

Pain tastes like

voices whispering your name in the fevered moonlight

                                                                                                                        of betrayal.

Pain is me

       looking at you

                                                             looking at me

                                                                                                                             leaving you.

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