Rubbing my temples in a futile attempt to numb pain, I stare at my blank screen. One paragraph. 132 Words. Plus an elegant heading.
lAs I turn my lazy gaze to the ominously large anthology to my left I blame the lack of concentration on the headache.
And my headache? I know the cause. . . realisitcally of course.
Books piling high, stress, lack of sleep and a deafenging pressure on my brain.
But I'll imagine otherwise.
I'll think it's her. . . I'm sure she'd be one to have a voodoo doll.
slowly pushing the pins into my forehead.
smiling as she counts.
Her heavily mascara'ed eyelined crusty beady little eyes upturned in a sick delight.
ONE, for stealing him from me.
A dull pain forms in the upper left region of my head.
TWO, for letting you get away with it.
The pain expands and soon my right side is just as affected.
THREE for not taking back what's mine.
The pain increases. I bridge of pressure is being drawn between my temples.
FOUR for seducing him away.
Now the band presses behind my left ear.
FIVE for the pain you'll try to think away.
The circle of throbs is complete and I am wincing.
Her chubby little pasty face. I can imagine it grimacing.
Those blonde curls, tormented with several bad dye jobs to their strands. Does she remember what I look like? Do voodoo dolls have to be accurate? I doubt she can spell my name right though. I wonder if that counts in evil deeds.
I shouldn't think it's her. It's the four page paper due tomorrow.
But a missed message from an "old friend" so recent in my mail.
It's made me think otherwise. I wonder if a vodoo doll can still work, if you get a haircut.
Moreso, I wonder if asprin works on cursed pains.
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