Inside my ears, and its fingers
Wrapped around my cranium like
An electric hairnet.
I can feel my pulse in my Occipital lobe,
A thundering base line to a Klingon opera.
One drug. Two drugs. Three drugs.
To no relief. I beg the
Knife in my ear.
Bash my brains in.
Tase me. Tase me good. Tase me til i fall
to the ground and the pain
goes away. Aah, sweet release.
But my hands cannot comply.
My head is swollen.
I cannot hear.
And my eyes beg for mercy with each lumen received.
Customer support sits in a Lucy stand
At the back of my brain and tells me
As if i haven’t thought of that.
That’s what the drugs were for.
But the pain continues and
I cannot take
The cage of nails surrounding my skull
Shaking and weak, i boil the water.
Eyes closed to block out light, i find the bag by memory.
I lift the bottle, its weight an anvil
Add the poison to my tea.
Sweet release, oh yes!
It lights a fire in my belly that competes
With the one in my head
And wins. My room is growing dark.
I cannot lift my head.
My body like lead.