Hell

I was with my angel

When I sliced through my plaster

A cold beer and my deviant foot

Still not mended/they call it non union

I placed my foot In a basin of hot water

I felt the pain shriek to my skull

I drank another beer and then another

Till all I could feel

Was a gentle throbbing a quiet reminder

Of my fall.

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