Suffering the soft buzz resonating in my head,
It's been two days. There's no resting, instead
I can't sleep.
It's exhausting enough to breathe thinking there's
Something disgusting,
Nose burning,
Toxic pocket of air.

Offering my eyes, dull pain itching their backs,
To the dark of closed curtains, cotton and skin colored black.
I can't sleep.
It's demanding enough attempting to think; There's
Nothing but disgusting
Brain sloshing
Beneath scalp and hair.