Prompt: Write about something that never ends.
Response: It's been this way ever since I can remember - the pain that toys with the edge of numbness and the cusp of agony. I've had this festering, sweltering, putrefying wound as long as I have lived. I have poked and prodded, ointmented and oiled and still it remains - in my mind, in my soul. Paining so continuously - tedious and vicious and malicious in its consistent continuousness. It eats me and sustains me, proof of living on and dying perpetually. And it festers and swelters and putrefies. This gaping great wound inside me.