My bones ache.
And when they don't, my heart bleeds.
My soul weeps and my conscience splutters.
My confidence stutters.
My skin prickles and my hair stiffens.
And I am alone.
Nothing to break the free fall.
No bandage.
No deep heat.
No pep talks.
I only have myself to save me now.
God is too busy saving the Queen.
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