The unknown presses its callused fingers to my temples
A headache pulses its way into existence
I don't have fear,
but a painful curiosity that reeks and grips my core.
I sought out nothing
I sought out relief within my own belly and brain
and in it I found a mutual belligerence with a head not attached to me.
Whether the universe was conspired against me or otherwise,
These shenanigans felt like something to chew on
And I'd been grinding my teeth in my sleep for years.
Its temptation was enough for me to risk eating gluten for just a taste.
N it tasted better than a milkshake on a rainy day in paradise.