I could feel the pain of extraction searing through my bones

It expelled through my pores beading up on my forehead and upper lip

Finally getting heavy enough to free fall from my nose and chin

Disappearing into the pores of the cement, my basement floor

There was no picking it up or putting it back

Uncomfortably existing in a new reality

Grieving the loss of an illusion

“GET BACK UP” a voice from inside is pleading

“You cannot fit through the pores”