080: As you chatter

As you chatter.

I try to laugh at your jokes. But as I do so, a sharp ringing pain explodes from my mouth down my neck and up onto my skull. It is piercing, paralysing. It is red with anger, and silver with strength. Thump thump goes the artery in my forehead. Suddenly, the inner workings of my body becomes increasingly apparent. Water cools it temporarily - giving it a staccato-like relief from the endless scratching of nails on blackboard. But the only therapy is pouring salt on open wounds.

With that, it is like a volcano has exploded. My body coils into fetal position seeking refuge from the hypothetical heat. My eyes are tightly shut as I count the seconds to its evacuation.

Then, numbness. Stillness. As if I had reached the top of a steep hill. Just for mere moments till I am reminded again of its inflicting pain when I talk, eat or even flinch. Damn you - I wish you never existed. And I treasure the days you are absent.







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An ode to mouth ulcers. I hate thee.