Headache

Droning on and on...

Another unnecesary english lecture. (I already know how to write.)

She avoids meeting my eyes,

She's learned not to call for answers from me.

She avoids meeting my eyes,

Afraid. Of me.

 

knock...

knock...

knock...

My head against the solid unmoving wall.

thud...

thud...

Hit a little harder now.

thud...

 

Me, with my torn jeans,

A black hoodie

Hood pulled low,

Neck heavy with

Spikes, balls, chains.

Bullets, bolts and reversed crosses.

My silence,

My...

Anger, burning...

My half-smirking lips,

Red but un-painted (red from biting down, trying not to scream, or red from blood?)

Sneering but silent.

Safety pins through my (doing more harm than keeping something safe)

Nose peirced, rings through my lips,

Bolts in my eyebrows and through my tounge

And that sickly burning hate

That coats me like slimy, sick yellow-red paint,

That stains my soul, stains my face...

 

 

thud...

thud...

thud...

Against the white painted wall.

thud...

thud...

*silence*

CRACK!

...and the blood runs...