"blisters on my fingers"

it started with a sharp pain in the ear; a deep thrust from the left, timed with my first step forward today. And oh! did I shout! Oh, did I punch the air with my gasps! I checked the side of my head for blood, expecting a warm smear upon my hand. Nothing. Looking forward again I see sunlight cutting the floor: fat beams of it, sharpened and wicked. I am afraid to let it touch my toes, afraid to feel its tireless outpouring, but most of all afraid to look away, even for a moment. The pain in my ear passes, my outcry at it also dies, echoless and unmarked. All that's left is the sunlight. Unimpressed, it continues to carve the space of my living room with its shadow blades.