​Mara’s Mogwai

There’s a thunderstorm inside my head…

A vague pain amplified

within the darkness of the dead.

It’s shaking, shivering depression:

My heart beat booming neurological rain…

A momentary freezing of scalp to gray matter.

Hands cover head like an air raid siren 

piercing sharp pitches 

of pounding cranial pressure.

The barometers of emotional sinal cavities…

The ear-popping of subjective stifled love…

My mutated malaise 

of social sighs

with heavy eyes

from Mara’s Mogwai…

**–Seashells*Solar–**

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