SLAM!
My brain is tossed to the other side of my skull,
slammed into the thick bone until it is
slumped, half on the ground, half on the wall of bone.
She is lifted and tossed around some more
by some invisible, impenetrable force,
so strong that she can hardly pant out a single breath.
Her breath is knocked from her lungs by
a sudden blow to the chest that makes her heart pound
like the pound an officer would use to knock on a suspect's door,
the sound resonating, echoing throughout my skull.
FINISH HER! a random voice shouts.
Finish her indeed.
With one push, she collapses onto the ground,
her functions all out of wack,
her body in intense pain.
She stares up at what she believes is the
perpetrator, and this time,
she sees.
She sees.
She smiles down at her,
the attacker to the attacked,
a slow smile.
With that,
my brain goes.
KO.
A/N
I personified my headaches. Whoo. So creative.
If you are confuzzled, basically, my brain saw herself. That's what these lines are trying to say:
She smiles down at her,
the attacker to the attacked,
and smiles a small smile.
They always feel the way I described, like my brain is giving up on me.
Like Wreck-it-Ralph came to wreck it, then Fix it Felix came and tried to fix it, but only made it worse, then Vanellope tried to drive (when she first was learning) and then the Hulk decides to SMASH! for no reason.
Yeah, something like that.
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Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
