At a Loss for Words: Elizabeth Mitchell

If there is nothing in the experience of ordinary people by which they could ever understand Central Pain, how could the sufferer ever make it plain?

If My Skin Turned Purple

by Elizabeth Mitchell

If my skin turned purple when the pain was high
the surface showed crimson and dripped blood
If the tears poured down for years at a time
I could prove that I suffer, yes I could

But the skin is still dry and so are the tears
that would never tell the measure anyway
And so I struggle uphill with words
which misspeak pain, try as I may