A headache shot through my head like a bullet train late for an important meeting
with the publisher he's been trying to meet for the past 3 years.
It felt like
All the voices in my head built up in my throat.
The air, struggling to get out, pushing through and threatening to spill over like a waterfall
There were screams I almost let go.
Face like land
Tears like lava
Burning down the trees that grew out of the makeup I caked on my face this morning.
The pounding
in my head
gets stronger with
Each
Passing
Moment.
The blood cells running through my ears like kids late for class sound
Like a plane taking off
Like pushing through a crowded train station on a Friday before a three day weekend
Like Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
With a sharp pain behind the eyes
I blink away all my troubles.
Letting them continue as-
A headache.
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Daily Cup of Bad Poetry
PoetryI had a really bad day so I wrote some poems. Not all of them are sad and some names were changed. WARRNING: they are really bad!
