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At the Peak

I sometimes get headaches and  
they will last for days.  
Marble solid fingers of angry statues  
press downward and back on  
my temple, rigid thumbs push against  
the base of my skull,  
the pads of them anchored  
to the soft tissue.  
 I think it might be  
a relief for the same hands  
to split my head, let it succumb  
to the twisting,  
smattering its contents in every  
direction.  
Let it be Vesuvius at last  
And leave an avant-garde  
showcase in its wake.
Written by Mars_August (Mars August)
Published | Edited 8th Dec 2024
Author's Note
I suffer from tension headaches that last days, and they are exasperated when I am under emotional duress. Recently I was working myself into an overwhelmed, grief-fueled spiral and it felt like my head would explode. I thought that might be preferable to what I was experiencing, and I imagined a Roman godlike figure crushing my head like an egg. I don't know if this is finished or not.
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