It starts with a sneeze...
I have more time with my sinus infections annually than I do with my parents
And I love my parents insurmountably more
The pressure behind my eyes
The ache of my teeth
A walking malaise
Disturbance in what seems to be the very center of my mind
Eviscerating my creativity and ambitions
Air pockets within my sinus cavity collapse
Like a coal mine beneath the environmental pressures of putrid debris
Only this disastrous collapse is not in the name of economic progress
And to my knowledge no Chinese miners lay vanquished inside my sinuses
And no lamenting families exist outside my nostrils with placards and flowers
In mourning remembrance and corporate disgust
But a lot of tissues are surely used...
Ripples form upon the lake of my immunity as galloping disease approaches
Aggregating for months like a search engine
Goblins, municipal waste, congregating in the bowels of my forehead
They await to strike like unforeseen terrorism... which is redundant
For certainly uncertainty is the most terrorizing aspect of terrorism
And of sinus infections...
Yes... you read that right....
Sinus infections are like terrorism