Go pop!
Break the levee
of my inner-ear
and drown out noise,
peaceful relief, a
liquid sigh
of red and green and air
commingling, estuarial, a
drip drip
onto the pillowcase
slick with
pain bleeding out.
Oh, how it would spout!
Cooling slowly
in magma scabbed mounds, a
gorey rorschach
of brown, shaped
like brain matter
splattered, in Pollocky spurts
down the easel
of my lobe.
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