take nine of these and call me in the morning

nothing touches

this pain,

no kind words,

or cards,

no flowers,

not codeine, or aspirin,

or ice.

no ibuprofen

reaches

the level of anguish

where i am.

nothing over the counter

or under

the counter

seems to put out

the fire

of this wound.

not even skin to skin.

but this too

shall pass,

i know it will, because

it always

has, in time all things

will end.