totally unsatisfactory.
the medicine does not work,
the headache does not fade,
i cry and run out of toilet paper,
my upper lip leathered raw.
this is not pain, this is nuisance.
there is no pleasure in sleep,
there is pause. when i wake up,
i wait for the entire day to pause again.
finally, at night, i do not have to wait.
the day waits for me now,
to place me on hold while the stinkbugs crawl,
lights on, lights off, all the same.