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the pain recedes
a tide going out
waves getting smaller and further away with each breath
a minor miracle
when the ache and the water were just here,
just lapping at my feet,
so large
so beyond my control
then simply flowing away, leaving the tide flat of my body to exhale in its wake.
I am grateful to the moon
(or my Eve-cursed approximation of it)
for putting me on the merciful end of its tidal pull
for being sated with my blood sacrifice
for leaving me enough strength in the 4am bathroom light
to drink from the cup and let the sacrament of acetaminophen slip down my tongue
another miracle unfathomable in its science and scale.