The cold blood is bringing the pain
to the nervous edges of the skin...
The pain is reaching the squeezed throat
and exploding there, splattering itself through the cells...
trying to leave the wretch with short mournful breaths.
...Just the trace of the pain remains,
hidden till the next push of the blood,
in the tips of the lips,
in the lowered shoulders down,
in the dull sight of the eyes...in the speachless moans and sighs...