My tears fall inwards.
I have swallowed my pain.
I am numb to all feelings, good or bad.
It sneaked on me.
I didn’t realize what was happening, until the sleepless nights pounced on me.
Insomnia shrouded me with its heavy, stifling mantle.
Ulcers ambushed me, clobbered me senseless and lacerated my hapless stomach.
Then it finally dawned on me.
I hadn’t swallowed my pain.
It had eaten me alive.
Pain stared back at me, waiting avariciously for my foot to slip, licking its greedy lips, wanting more.