A Subtle Agony

Today is a subtle agony.

 The air is damp with coming rain. My muscles seem to be more active during this kind of weather. My body is a forteller of weather; all I have to do is gague how much pain I’m in to figure out what it will be like outside.

With the dampness, my muscles have been protesting vocally all day. And not just my leg muscles or my back muscles. Every muscle is on high alert, waiting for something only they know is coming.

My shoulder blades feel like they are tight knots of flesh and my arms feel constricted. Pain shoots downt hem at the slightest movement and I wonder when the Motrin I took will kick in.

My legs are vibrating at full force today and the Elephant Legs have come back. Even though I can’t see them, I know they are there. I know that if I were to lift my pants up, they would stare back at me.

My back throbs to its own beat, not to be outdone by the rest of my muscles. I can feel a heat there as the throbs and pulses increase and I wonder again when the motrin will kick in. I’ve taken six so far today and nothing seems to help.

I think of the twin inside me and wonder what it must be like for him to be in so much pain. Perhaps, for him, everything is in reverse.

Maybe he is relaxed when something hurts, or he derives pleasure from it. I am not quite so adventurous but I wonder if, I had no pain, maybe he would be in a subtle agony instead of me.

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About Jamieson Wolf

Jamieson an award winning, number-one bestselling author. He writes in many different genres. Learn more at www.jamiesonwolf.com
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