40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam! – Day 23 – “Pulsating Pagination”

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“Pulsating Pagination”

The throb in my head is a suggesting trauma.

Strictly fixated to a singular space.

Piercing lines and fluid pressure.

Light sensitivity makes me nauseous.

A blacksmith beating an anvil,

Forging acute pain.

Repetitive, obsessive, and unending.

Throbbing eardrums falling through levels of airy cotton ball bags.

Fathoms deep in a migraine trench.

Splitting my skull clean.

Each snare drum beat turns me useless.

Pistol whipped wary, blood pressure building aggressive toward a death destiny.


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