“Aren’t all kinds of pain…
about the bigger picture,
aren’t all human interactions…
about reactions?”
Sometimes it’s not the bite itself that stings
But the swelling around it…
The allergy, the reaction
Yet we need to focus on the singular incident
That manifests, presents itself
For salving
Because
Absorbing, acknowledging the root of the disease
Would be too raw, too crude
The visible is temporary, comforting
Whilst the hidden poison creeps in
Underlying, unsettling
But there.
Yes… there.
No telltale raised pink flesh
No precise pinpoint of origin
No palpable, pathogenic pus
No chronicled history of illness
No paper trail record
No cause
No cure.
Just… present
Silent…
Waiting to pounce.
