the pain resides in a small spart just below one's lower rib on the left side of th elumbar region of your back.
where i stay s trapped and haunts you while you little do nott hink bout it.
given time it will gnaw on the pieces around it until once - not toyour knowkledge
it slips out and dances upon your back pieces.
and then it will sear its way up to tyour neck and playwith your head and braincase
and toss hopscotch across that which is known to be your backside.
adn the only release is to drug oneself with such pills as to not know where you were going
or why you were thinking of going therein the first place.

bette ryet.
who is going anywhere?