Written by Jacob Ibrag
The illusion thaws as the truth
kicks you in the head, and it hurts.
It’s painful and raw. You imagine
that this is what open heart surgery
must feel like without the procaine.
The knife slowly consuming your
skin as it makes its way across your
chest. And you restrain yourself,
bearing the pain because for the
first time in this relationship, you
know exactly where your place is.