There are so many layers. Ripping the hide off, the hide that has been there way too long, exposing the raw untouched nerve, The nerve that was overdue to be exposed and made right. My god, the pain. Not that nerve. Not that one. I can hardly draw a breath now, or maybe ever again. I waited too long, I didn’t give enough. There was too much me. Now it is just me. And my raw nerve.
Draw another breath.
Then another.