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The Kiss of Nerve Pain

  • Writer: Riane Ashley
    Riane Ashley
  • Jan 31
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jul 3

Dancing fingers moved up her arm

The creep of hate it left

Slowly, deliberately ruining the moment

Amid the echoes of laughter

Leaving in its quake trails of heat

Confusing lines of cold

Settling into the joints

Stabbing and unsettling pain

 

Snakes slithering on her feet

Heavy around her ankles

Squeezing, lingering, waiting

Leaving a fiery, scorching trail

Going up and up her legs

With sweet cold relief

Like leaving sweet random kisses

 

Cresting over her cheek

Like a lover hover with waiting breath

Heat flooding her jaw

Holding her immobile

Unable to speak

She nods her head slightly

Shocking lightning bolts shoot

Up through her neck

Reverberating bolts of shock

Up over her head


There is no reprieve

No warning

Just the feeling of dancing

With snakes and lightening bolts

Her body an adventure park

Every ride is something different

Hitting every nerve

Highlighting every pressure point

When the pain crests

The music stops

The snakes slither away

But the lightening bolts

Brought in the storm

A thunderous storm

Leaving me a mess


Looking up through my open lids

Bringing myself back from the pain

Split seconds feeling like hours

Bracing myself for another attack

As I continue to enjoy myself

Through a masked smile

A quick witty laugh

And a sarcastic remark


The kiss of nerve pain

Isn't welcomed

It isn't held with open arms

Barraging through

A tormenting ride

Only for a moment

And when it fades

It's like a lover who fled the night


-Riane C.

 
 
 

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