the headache.

[billy]

light-arrows fall into my cornea, would 'onto' or 'through' work better? light-arrows doesn't work for me and i'm sorry but i can't say why
sear into my brain
feels the same
as when it was pushed
out of my mother’s vagina
and into a yellow room these last three lines are powerful

they say it’s calming
but I find nothing sincere about shit
in mold cracks and
ammonia stained tiles i like this stanza a lot mainly the images it implies, though i'm not sure what calming has to do with sincere.

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. again the stanza creates a wicked image. it leaves me wondering who jenkins is. it's a solid vignette

we all write when we’re weak
i write because i don’t get tired not sure this line adds anything and maybe it weakens the rest of the stanza
because there’s nothing to talk about
when your head’s in the sink

i thought it a good poem, a few nits but nothing to bad about it. a minor edit would make it shine.
thanks for the read.