Hear Me Please

Listening to the pain

Again the holes in my skull that are left open for needle insertion to test brain fluid, are painful. A tube protrudes from here, wraps around my neck, down my chest center and into my stomach. You can see this tube and follow it all the way into my stomach. It’s here that excess brain fluid drains, relieving the pressure and softening the constant drone that drives my brain to a state of crazed contempt. The disrespect of a brain scorned by STBI.

 

Crowded Room