The Devil in My Back

When what binds unravels

The devil in my back is angry again. Its violence cripples and cracks the column of movement. Torn down once more upon the graveyard of its ancestors. Born from pain that is what it shall return to.

I fear I will never be rid of its demonic ways. Weasling within the weaker spots I try so desperately to fortify. The muscle contracts and nerves shock sending a…