a pain seldom told

[my_new_boy_ammo]

chilly autumn day
solitude in the air
leaves rustling about
every thought a reflection

until

i lean forward
the steaming plate
to take a luscious bite
of an enchilada

AND I GET FUCKING STUCK IN THE RIBS BY MY UNDERWIRE

THE AGONY
THE FUCKING AGONY.

Thats pain.
Thats black belt goth.