A&E

You get hurt; you go to A&E; they tell you you’re hurt; they poke you around until it hurts more; they tell you what’s wrong and that in time it will get better (or not); they send you home. And it still hurts. My life is lived in A&E, one thing after another shredding every fibre of my being.

Enough, world.

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