SINUS DRIP

There is an evil troll lurking in that little spot between my nose and mouth. He has a hook hand that keep scraping, scraping, scraping at the pink flesh of my sinuses. Last night I had to do this strange cyclic breathing thing where I inhaled through my mouth and exhaled through my nose, opening and closing the door of my soft palate because that was the only way I could keep my throat from hurting. I wanted to sleep with my head in the humidifier. This morning in class, I was all, “Bioaccumulation. DDT. Eggs. Any question? Okay then, buh-bye.”