Matador...
- Lalima

- 20 minutes ago
- 1 min read
They were pushing the inside of my head
To hurt in a bizarre fashion
Without pain
Eerie hurt
Pushing, pressing against the skull
A panic inducing kind of pain
I rubbed hard with my thick hands
The sides of my frontal plate
Eyes shut tight in hope...
I saw them vividly,
Buds of horns, making their way out
Am I turning into a bull then?
Just like that my head
Contorted into a plasma ball.
My fingers connecting
To the hurting.
A game of whacka mole
with the insides, hurt, thoughts...
To the outside, touch, hope and agony .
I rolled my body
Lashing it against
The pillows and mattress
Feet fighting the burning
Just like that
I knew, I knew
It's there where I began,...
Before I met you.





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