Chemical warfare

This miserable fucking wind
cuts into my head
and squeezes my brain
with its icy fingers.

The throbbing builds
until I want to
experiment with trepanation
or shove knitting needles
into the back of my skull
to relieve the pressure.

But I sit here,
rocking, with glazed eyes,
waiting for the drugs
to kick in.

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