Hothouse Pains

 Hothouse Pains

1. Prompt: 'growing pains'

the older I get
the more pains I grow.
Day by day now
I'm growing pains.
Multiplying, growing 

this pile of pain. 

A wild weedy garden of pains
have i grown.
I groan and moan

 and bitch and whine.
I've nurtured and aged them.
Collected and stored

 a stellar cellar of fine whines. 

Every night I sample the whines
from my growing pains.
I breathe deep of their
bitter perfume with hints sweet.
I languidly roll these whines on my tongue.
Some i swallow silently
save a shuddering sigh.
Some get caught in my throat.
Those i cobra spit
halo hoodie hiding me.
I have a list of growing pains
to remind me.
The first day I feel nothing
will be my last.