stress headache
For an age,
my gaze set steady on the twinkling of a great star’s promise --
its little dancers rippled towards me.
Through the grit that formed beneath my eyelids,
I could barely have noticed
those vines had grown thick against the sinking ground
and went about their entwining, their encroaching
with a quiet malice I endeavor not to recognize.
Their little tendrils stretched out slow,
seeking light to eat,
and slid through the channel of my aching throat
and displaced the grit from my eyes
and embraced me to crush my little heart
as I crawled to reach that ever distant place.
my head was split open
before i dared to glance in.