A hundred thousand needles are inserted in her head
She can’t lay down or rest her head against the wall
She has to be tethered with ropes when she wants to sleep
She smokes grass and weed to ease her pain
And sometimes she screams when she can’t bear it no more
It’s like standing in the middle of a soccer stadium and hear the crazy Vuvuzela
It all began on that dreadful day
The dead eagle on the doorstep
The cat crying in the backyard
The black coal smoke filled garden
And the three hundred years old tree fallen
All the bad omens had lined up to warn her
But she was blind folded.
Blind folded by her love. Oh yes the first new love.
Then it happened.
She ate those forbidden smoking and fragrant wild mushrooms
At first she felt powerful like the invincible goddess Kali
But after touching the sky she started shrinking
Until she was as tall as a hobbit
Her head started to collapse
Like a fish bowl its various pieces strewn all over in just a fraction of second
The rest of her stood there motionless and frozen
Kids from the neighborhood got together
And started putting all the broken pieces one by one
As though it was some jigsaw puzzle
But it wasn’t easy to hold that monstrous head intact
That was then they called out for the army of elves
They worked their magic through the night
And there she was a girl with hundred thousand needles in her head
She is alive now but then again often she asks how much alive am I
Thirty percent or forty percent
For she doesn’t feel anything in her head other than that excruciating pain
Her mother would play piano and sing songs and tell stories to calm her
Every calmness has a shelf life unfortunately
It would get broken by bouts of ghastly pains
Yet she continues to live
With hundred thousand needles in her head
In between fragments of calmness and pain
She chooses to breathe in and breathe out
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