Until I developed one of my own.
Of course it grew out my own suffering, a suffering no one understood. Agony really. I was never one for yelling and screaming. A cold fish some people called me. I stayed silent and internalised it, swallowing it down until I was bursting.
Full to my gills with pain.
And that’s when I developed my pain scale.
It came to me in a shiny blue flash, a quicksilver fleck of armour that would protect me from the world.
My pain increased so much that one scale no longer contained my suffering; I floundered around like a guppy on a dock gasping for air. That is when I developed another scale.
It came to me in a shiny blue flash, a quicksilver fleck of armour that would protect me from the world.
My pain increased so much that one scale no longer contained my suffering; I floundered around like a guppy on a dock gasping for air. That is when I developed another scale.
A second scale that worked in tandem, overlapping and fortifying the first. But I needed more, to deflect my agony. Until I was consumed, in my pain scales.
Freak, people yelled at my pain incrusted form.
I was not saddened. I was not thin skinned. I was numb to such sensitivities, I had developed an emotional callus years before.
