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Perils of an Infernal World
08Jun2017
article by
Jonel Sallee
Poem
4

It’s been a long time

Since I knew pain like this.

Maybe I never have.

That’s how it feels, anyway.

The slightest “wrong” motion

Activates the knife that slices through muscle

And mind—oh, yes, mind—

And that, of course, is the more serious issue

Since “muscle strain, probable tendinitis” will eventually run its course;

But the mind, out of its primordial fears that the slightest discomfort signals

Death itself,

Turns every annoying agony into fully developed existential angst,

And in such manner makes its own hell.

 

4 responses to “Perils of an Infernal World”

  1. Jim Lally says:

    Oh yeah, good poem
    death can be a good companion
    riding in the passenger seat
    then looking through windshield from your right shoulder then just driving you wherever you want to go

  2. I can feel that knife slice. Powerful image. I feel the anxiety too.

  3. Melva Sue Priddy says:

    But the mind, out of its primordial fears that the slightest discomfort signals

    Death itself

    The anxiety is real.

  4. Gaby Bedetti says:

    “primordial fears”: good phrase

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