Minute tremors burrow under my skin as
yesterday’s mistakes become today's problems.
Eyelids itchy and irritable, I blink over and over
yet, the tension just becomes a sharp point that pricks at the corner of my hairline.
Every movement sends pain moving in another direction, like
snakes scattering across cracked ground.
Human life is full of
urgent pains and broken bodies, but this ache simply
rests along my forehead, curls up on my nose, and
takes a nap on my eyelashes, lingering in dreams.