Head Squash


Stress gathers from core to stem
Feels like an explosion within
Head feels like squash
Head squash
Dry within
Trying to stay ripe
Despite the lack of juices...energy
Hand to hair trying to grip
All my senses rip
Into pieces
Like laundry from the line and wind that likes to touch it
Help me scream with my hands
Bite with my eyes
Bring me back to brilliant
Find my scattered fabric and sew it to me like
Ancient, holy linen
I am warped and tired
Flipped and drained...
Felt my heart beat lonely and limp like lumped playdoh
No more synapsis
Just head squash.

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