Posted April 16th, 2017 by CarabellaGrace
in my bedroom, trying to write.
April 16th, 2017
imagine strings wrapped tight around your head;
vertical lines striping down your face, squeezing your eyes,
crushing your skull.
imagine your skin as an eggshell;
breakable, suddenly, the soft fleshy insides ready to ooze out of the fault lines
that split you apart.
pulsing, throbbing, everywhere everywhere,
a bullet inside your brain and a scream lacing down your neck;
the strings of a corset being drawn ever-tighter around your mind.
your head is the drum and the pain is slamming out a savage
beat; drumsticks against braincells, fists against bone, claws
raking underneath eyes.
you have fallen victim to your own brain.
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