I didn’t think I had so much condensed pain. It had been solidified, kept tight in a box somewhere. But then the heart warmed and the contents melted and now I feel the little bits of thawed liquid rise to the surface, the piercing shards of newly melted ice striking me.
I want the pain to go away so I can hold it at a distance. Regard it. Put it back. I’ll collect it later, I say. But there is no later. Only now.