headache and robbery

My niece's visit ended sadly with a broken window and a stolen stereo this morning. Someone saw the perp, young and skinny, black hoodie with a white lining - that should be easy to find, on sale right now and a hundred on the rack - 3 am in the morning. I remember that time, it belongs to youth. Padded skate shoes walking through a complex leaving no echo, just a silent lifting - right there, under the pink glow of the street lamp.

I have a brilliant headache. The kind that makes my cheek disappear, the bone, the sinews, the molars, the caverns and tunnels - all that's left is the eyeball, red and pulsing mid-air, it's the pulsing that keeps me from writing -