Just that little nudge,

the everyday elbow

that sends you ever closer

to the final straw snapping

somewhere in the darkness.

Today I have a headache,

formed by the blood not flowing

properly and the neurons

firing at everything I am,

taking me downhill

like being ignored socially;

today I have a headache,

I keep rubbing my forehead,

almost violently, with the intention

to harm as my spine harms me,

my own payback

on the spite, my revenge

if you will,

on a body that has deserted me

for the fields of pain relief.

Ian D. Hall 2017