A thousand children screaming in my head.
Pulsating drums. Off beat, keeping
A pseudo rhythm of pain,
Enticing wave after wave
Of gravel, swirling around
In a steel drum; dancing,
The dance of agony.
Freedom not in sight
The body shuts down.
Sleep not an option.
Coherent hibernation
Sought out.
Chaos ensues,
Beauty lacks,
In words muted
From life.
Shallow
Breath.
Slow
Thoughts.
Powerful.
Angry.
Migraine.
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