headache (a poem)

Katie Kay

it feels like
fingers are twisting
my brain stem,
leaving little gray
flowers in their wake

petals and flecks
of my thoughts
of my feelings
of me
float into space,

and the pressure
mounts, the hands
push harder,
my eyes bulge,
and the throb
in my skull

aches
and
aches
until
i am
gone

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