There was barely any light,
seeping through my window.
There’s a dog, not barking
Somewhere, I’m sure of it.
My headache
lingers
threatens
to make me helpless.
But, now, it only throbs,
intermittently.
I can feel my skull crackling,
my brain
like a hermit crab
looking for a better home.
It contemplates the cat,
sprawled out
its belly soft and furry
like a bunny.
It thinks better of it.
Decides to stay put,
but to make me suffer.
Really, who is the culprit here?
My brain?
My heart?
Something evil or stupid inside me?
I can’t bear insipidity,
or this for much longer.
How much can we go on like this?
My brain,
My heart
Me.
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