There's a Bomb in my Head
Theres a bomb in my head and his name is Fibromuscular dysplasia, hes been around for a few years it seems but has only now introduced himself I call him F.M.D.
Theres a bomb in my head and he whispers songs of death in my ear. Like a string of pearls is how the doctors describe him, but to me hes a sick artery that feeds blood to my brain. We wouldnt know he was there but for reasons unknown I can suddenly hear him whispering in my ear whoosh, whoosh, rattle. Not unlike the sounds you hear when you see an ultrasound on TV with smiling parents joyful at the sound of their babys heart. But no one smiles when they hear F.M.D, its a sick raspy cavitating sound and I hear it in my head every second. Whoosh, whoosh, rattle.
Theres a bomb in my head and he wont let me sleep. Throughout the day I am acutely aware of my pulse; how every emotion, action and breath can change its flow and rhythm. Iv