RITU ARYA

This pool of incessant lingering ache that, with time, starts to feel like a sleeping volcano, remaining very volatile, only becoming more destructive with each trigger; what does it taste like? I wonder if it’s a bit foul, like the taste of sucking on bloody gum, or is it fiery, like when you gulp down a large drink of Laphroaig on the rocks at once? Or perhaps it is warm and unflavoured, just like the sensation I feel rising from the guts, slowly tightening around my throat as I open my eyes each morning?