Bloodstream

I am

I

am

a tumor.


My head aches, but its not a headache. Its cranial pain, sharp and throbbing; thoughtful cringes. I can feel my blood pulse throughout the many tunnels of my body. The tunnels that transform into catacombs on no one's agenda but their own.

Boom boom. Boom boom. Boom boom.

If you listen closely, past the white noise, you hear the red noise. And that is the sound of your existence. Ticking away at your life.

Boom boom. Boom boom. Boom boom.

Canon fire. That's what it is.

Boom.

And there it goes.