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I want to crack open my skull with my black pen wedge it open and have a look inside I would poke around in there touch the worms that crawl through the gum the slippery grey slime I want to **** the black beetles that join them I would pull the thoughts the twisted strings wrapped so tight around the lumps I want to loosen their hold if for just one night And taking out my brain holding it carefully in two cupped palms I would rinse it off in the sink the mud flowing down my hands the dust of fatigue mixed with mucus sliding down my wrists and the bugs twisting around my fingers And I would put it back gently settle my brain down into the yellow soup cleaner now and I would sew my head back up and flatten down my hair wipe away the blood and go back to sleep
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Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 9:12 PM UTC
Headache
I want to crack open my skull with my black pen wedge it open and have a look inside I would poke around in there touch the worms that crawl through the gum the slippery grey slime I want to **** the black beetles that join them I would pull the thoughts the twisted strings wrapped so tight around the lumps I want to loosen their hold if for just one night And taking out my brain holding it carefully in two cupped palms I would rinse it off in the sink the mud flowing down my hands the dust of fatigue mixed with mucus sliding down my wrists and the bugs twisting around my fingers And I would put it back gently settle my brain down into the yellow soup cleaner now and I would sew my head back up and flatten down my hair wipe away the blood and go back to sleep
© 2010 by Kayla Knight
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kayla-knight
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Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 9:12 PM UTC
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