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Apr 2023
My head hurts
so bad
fingers peel back soft spot
at the top of my skull
like wet clay
it comes off in clumps
and claps loudly on the ground
and the dust
coats my brain
covered in grey matter
nauseous
confused
spinning around my room making a mess of things
it rattles and stirs until it pours down my spine
in my chest a tumbler, to keep it fluid
A controlled drip to my stomach
And it hardens
And i sink
Written by
Logan L  21/M
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