Wasps

A poem about the pressure in my head

Sometimes I just want to bash my head against the wall.

Thud

Thud

Thud

Bash my head in till I can’t think anymore.

Bash it in till its quiet.

Thoughts buzz relentlessly in my skull,

like bees, wasps, flies

Multiplying and growing

I want to shoo them out with a broom

but they cling like ticks.

These thoughts accumulate in my skull

weighing heavily on my body

the send restless energy through my bones

I can't focus anymore

I want to scream and tear at my hair

rip at my skin and destroy myself

open up my head

and let the wasps escape

so that maybe finally

it’ll be quiet