Face Plant

My eyes opened as my face throbbed in pain

I looked to see my book on the floor

Turing to a mirror to see what I gain

I trembled at the sight of the sore.

There it was

A dark mark running down my face

So long as a snake

I yelped with such pace

From touching what I make.

Then the mark spread

As fire in the woods

Until it consumed my head

Soon it will beg for hoods.

My entire head now aches

So much I cannot pant

So I covered my head with drapes

To conceal this face plant.