Headache

Pain grasps upon my neck
Squeezing my thoughts out, deleting them from existence
An existential headache reverberates and makes me nauseous
Can I stomach what is happening
Injustice reflects back to me in all the moments I’m awake
Forgetful gas screams from the pit and pops up as a reminder
Words splay themselves around my desk
Staring up at me, begging to be absorbed
I hunger for the Truth with no idea where to find it
Remembering when we were whole
Somehow leaves a hole