the headache.

[newsclippings]

light-arrows fall into my cornea,
sear into my brain
feels the same
as when it was pushed
out of my mother’s vagina
and into a yellow room

they say it’s calming
but I find nothing sincere about shit
in mold cracks and
ammonia stained tiles

i want to light a cigarette
but Jenkins told me it’s bad
he put pictures on his tele box
pictures of black lungs and
tubed throats.

we all write when we’re weak
i write because i don’t get tired
because there’s nothing to talk about
when your head’s in the sink

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Hi, tried to delete this from here, couldn't. If you want to seriously critique it, by all means.

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Here we go again:

light sears through my cornea,
into my brain
feels the same
as when it was pushed
out of my mother’s vagina
and into a yellow room

they say it’s calming
but I find nothing whimsical about shit
in mold cracks and
ammonia stained tiles

i want to light a cigarette
but Jenkins told me it’s bad
he put pictures on his tele box
pictures of black lungs and
tubed throats.

we all write when we’re weak
because there’s nothing to talk about
when your head’s in the sink