I ache. My body giving me grief With every breath it takes. Shins, hips, knees most significantly As well as everything in between. Im the victim of a hit and run motorcycle crash that snapped me in half. Acetabular fractures of both hips A femur shatttered into seven pieces Leaving mince meat and Swiss cheese for knees. So broken! Like Humpty Dumpty Or a dropped porcelian plate. The pile of me was gathered and stacked back together. A surgeon with three teams of eight Laboring sixteen hours straight Using hardware to make repairs. Steel rods, pins, screws, plates Two hundred and forty eight staples For Christ's sake This is why every breath I take Is love/hate. Destined for pain with this broken fate