Pinpricks

I woke up this morning feeling like I had just suffered a heart attack.

Now the blood that flows through my veins feels like its prickly and thorny, poking my soft skin from underneath. I feel it poke at my arms and at the pack of my neck. Studded metal haemoglobin globules bumping along narrow blood lines. I feel my heart clench constantly, like it has forgotten to diastole. I feel the prickly blood flow to the back of my head, creating tiny little pinpricks in delicate walls and slowly, but surely, letting my life flow out of me.