Pain: in three short paragraphs.

I feel like all I’m connected by inside is wires. Tiny, twisted, little copper wires. The existence of my
bones and ligaments is entirely debatable. My heart is not caged but is rather strangled by all the wire
and it’s so incapable of moving that it hardly beats.

I feel like I have swallowed a lot of liquid detergent. My insides are soaking up all the poison and drying
out. I am just shriveling up. Perhaps I’ll shrivel up so much I’ll cease to exist.

I feel like my blood has been replaced with acid. It burns through everything, all of it turning a sickly
colour before quickly disintegrating. Everything hurts before it is quickly stolen from me and toasted by
tiny particles that eat human flesh.