My head is pounding, throbbing, splitting,
ripping apart from within.
Piercing thrusts
that are beyond the endurance of human fortitude
Then the fires begin.
They sear my right eye from front to back.
It blinds every facet of my existence.
The touch of my own hand feeds the flame,
and when the flame dies down
the charred skin crawls slowly back into place.
The creeping of it, so much like the tickle of lice on a hot day,
cause my hands to reach again to my head,
I can not think or comprehend other’s speech.
My ability to function is impaired to nihility,
except for the pain.
Pain is all there is, and all that exists is pain.
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