Now the hurt courses the
streams in my body; it moves from my heart to my eyes they are dry and hurt, to
my nose it is red I am sure and pinched as well, to my lips they pull into a
frown my face tightens and I feel like tearing my skin off. There is an itch
right underneath all of it. My skin grows hot and I feel flushed all over.
There is a sinking in my heart followed by a painful clutching. My mind hears a
din and I feel my face going sour. I feel old older than I ought too. And so
colourless in comparison to her, to her! I must smile even though it hurts.
Then I go upstairs and I am well again. In a manner of speaking.