PAIN! I’m in broken-bone, torn-flesh, stabbed-organ AGONY... since... FOREVER. Days ago it hit, full force, no warning, every nerve-torturing detail tattooed with hypodermic accuracy, the whole sordid ordeal: my shoulder's dislocation while still airborne—HURTS LIKE HELL EVEN NOW; my ring finger's pinch and subcutaneous snap—AUDIBLE thanks to this ‘gift’ of retrospective hearing; then impact... a shock like nothing imaginable... total trauma... pores, muscles, soft tissues, skeleton crushed as by a trash compactor—UNREMITTING TORMENT. Honest. But how? There's scarcely anything left of me. Yet I can feel each cactus spine like an unforgiving spike, lancing skin and viscera that don’t exist. WHY WON’T IT STOP? Or at least ease up? My four other senses escaped such fierce persecution. This is unjust, unreasonable. It's turning me into a writhing HOWLING hulk, my scattered wits like scraps of blood-'n-guts offal... to be gobbled up by scavengers; that part comes next. PLEASE!...  I’ve tried everything: oaths, meditation, prayer. Nothing works. Nothing is sincere; I’m under duress. I’d sell my soul, if I had one, for a minute's relief...
    No takers.

 

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