Ache: A Poem About Chronic Pain

Pain,

a shape-shifting creature

I have felt you in the effervescence of my chest.

I have swallowed your fermented body,

leaving a bittersweet trace.

You are the ache of my womb,

indifferent to seasons,

and I hate knowing you well.

You pull my flesh, clench it,

and twist it, shaping it as you please.

You widen inside my pelvis.

Left, up, and down,

I feel you across time and beyond,

you cover everything

and leave me in a trance.