Love Handle

An irritating sensation drilled its across his scalp in a crooked, winding road. He raked his fingernails along the annoyed flesh. He pressed harder, overjoyed with temporary relief. Lost in elation, he never  felt his nails sinking deeper into his head until they sunk deeply into his head and protruded through his eyes and mouth; a bloodied waterfall spewing from every pore until the top half of his head fell to the floor and his lifeless husk collapsed into a gory splatter.