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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.
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.
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