head-1914
There are worms in his head.He can feel themturning lazy cartwheels,digging holes their exact diameter into his thoughts.He feels their slither,oozing coils on his skull,the sound of shuffling feeta constant echo.He’s been thinkingof flushing them out.Of pouring boiling waterin his earsuntil there is nothing left butraw meat.

Image: Head, Oleksandr Bogomazov