What can salt water do,
When Opioids have failed?
Pain currently
Has my life derailed.
It’s a childhood memory:
This pain, while I swallow;
But it’s so intense,
I cannot even wallow.
How do I explain it to you?
It’s like a pincer stabbing,
When A trickle of spit travels –
A shock – a jabbing –
A crescendo – unravels.
It’s a finger being cut,
Slow and steady;
But in the throat,
When I am not ready.
I wonder, if this is
Some penance I must do?
So okay, I shall suffer,
If I have to.
Pain, I know has a life,
With its ebb and flow –
I’ve made a memory,
With its undertow.
So on with the squeeze,
My remorseless throat,
Today, I shall sink;
But on the morrow, I float.
Hearts Still Care 