{"sf1_id":871414,"sf2_id":"Rm0d3wLm","title":"Poem # 24","author":"Shadowfortuna","words":288,"posted_at":"2015-06-09T20:37:00.000Z","tags":["Anger","Pain","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/871414-poem-24","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0d3wLm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/13/95/13954f66-57ac-4a33-ae80-2c2e87a312ec","description":"#23 of My Poems\n\njust something i came up with.","content":"Burning hotter, my body writhes,  \nMuscles spasm and convulse,  \nI wake with my throat dry,\u0026nbsp;  \nFeeling as if i set the bed aflame.\n\nEven as i stand, The heat gets worse,  \nWobbling too and fro, My Familiars around me,  \nWhining and rubbing against me,\u0026nbsp;  \nWorried as I shake and cry out.\n\nAs I move outside, I cry out louder,  \nThe heat inside me flares,  \nI swear i can feel my skin crisp and singe,  \nLike a star, i feel my insides go white with heat.\n\nIt's all i can do to sit, swaying back and forth,  \nTears stream down my cheeks,  \nThe pain gets worse as i scream in my agony.\n\nSuddenly it goes away,\u0026nbsp;  \nleaving me sore and battered,\u0026nbsp;  \nIf asked questions,\u0026nbsp;  \ni would have answered willingly,\u0026nbsp;  \nIf it would have stopped what was happening.\n\nI sat and cursed my existence,\u0026nbsp;  \nAnd can only imagine that it will get worse,  \nMaybe one night i will wake, screaming in pain,\u0026nbsp;  \nunable to discern from reality,  \nOr what was in my head,\u0026nbsp;  \na delusion that i invented for myself,\u0026nbsp;  \nAs i was told once.\n\nIf this is a delusion, a figment of my imagination,  \nIf only i could let that person take my place,  \nWould they think it all in their head?\u0026nbsp;  \nThat it was made up?  \nThat the pain wasn't real?  \nor would they scream too?  \nThinking like i do, that it feels so real.\n\nThe burning, the pain, the muscle spasms,  \neven if in my head, it feels so real,  \nSurely some entity is having fun at my expense.\n\nWhen will it stop..?  \nThat as always runs through my head.  \nEven as liquid glass runs through my veins and tissue,  \nCausing my body to seize and convulse..\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"My Poems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/844167-poem-23.json"}}