The pain is something I cannot describe.

Oh, yet I can.

I wish I couldn’t.

Like sticking your finger in a light socket.

A flow, a current, a buzz.

Of pain.

On the skin, under the skin. In the skin.

My muscles. My hair. My teeth.

It hurts.

What sin have I committed to burn alive? Or am I surely cursed.

-Living with Fibromyalgia.