My head is throbbing, my eyes drooping, the A.C. is too loud, it reminds me of a faucet that has been running for too long and a dust filled vacuum. My head is throbbing, and I don’t think I’m going to do anything about it. I sometimes think I too readily accept pain and don’t realize it’s a form of self-harm because I masquerade it as simply a natural occurrence. I sit in it and never want to leave- almost waiting for it to take me away until my head stops throbbing.
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