Scorpion (The Exodus)

by Avina St. Graves

I refuse to sit around waiting for the pain to hurt a little less, for the tears to burn a little softer. I want to beat the emotions out of me until it stops hurting, and I go back to being the type of woman my sister could be proud of.

I feel like a geriatric. My neck hurts because I slept on it wrong. My back is aching because of an overly aggressive sneeze.