He pressed his elbow, deep into my muscle.
Ripping the scar tissue from my ligament.
His long, sweeping movement brought the eruption of hot liquid.
Scalding my body, as the fibers burned.
Inflamed and angry, they fought his attempts to release them;
To tear them away from the familiar hold that they had on my band.
And as he spoke, I felt my past surface.
The patterns that I had been holding onto, eased.
And in that moment of intense pain, I realized how much my body remembered.
How much was inside of me; holding on tenaciously.
Stirring the very fibers of my being, I felt myself give into the sensation that my history starts right now.
--lml aug 17/06
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