He clawed at the tree
One, two, three rings
Years deep
Ferocious vigor
The bark of the tree
Like porcupine pain
Shot under his nails
Red hot slivers
Quivers, quills
Pain
Electric
Shooting, shooting down
Out
Fire in his skin
His veins
His muscles
Pain
His bones
Blowing up inside
Explosions
Tons
Explosions
Pain
Excruciating quills
Terrible sharp
Poking through his callouses
Soaking through his meat
Piercing
Deep pain
Coming from the inside
Porcupine pain
Screaming from the tree
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