The pain

Blisters.

Eruptions,
They just rise,
And fill up,
Viscous,
Watery-

The pain.

Boils,
Grains of flame.
All over,
Molten pain,
Surging-

The pain.

Papules,
Or pustules,
Of simmering pus,
The heat burns,
Intolerable-

The pain.

Words,
Mere strings,
Of legible speech,
Burning in,
Flaming hot-

The pain.

Helpless,
Hit by the words,
Sharper than arrows,
Venom oozing,
Toxic than poison-

The pain.

Relentless pain,
It fumes on.
Once hurled at,
The pain just burns,
Embers hot, flame less-

The pain.

And, the pain grows,
Burning the oil of life,
Gnawing,
silently,
until-

It kills.

The blisters...
...the pain.