I felt a pain under my ribcage
Traveling over the right side
From a swollen, dull ache
To a savage piercing
As every pore of my skin
Became a geyser
My skull began to shrink
Or perhaps my brain enlarged?
I presumed my hands were trembling
But when I looked for them
I could only see one color
With no shades to distinguish a form
There was a brief, instinctual panic
As I laid my face
Against the cool marble tile
And emptied sweat or tears
Or some unknown liquid
Creating a shifting pillow
In the place where I fell asleep
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