My most-inexpensive hobby

I can't think of titles. I also think this is all action, and no imagery. It's a draft. Pull my hair back from my scalp as I scream in agony the pain stretching my mouth agape in a twisted spitting "O" Shear it thin leave me raw bleeding and bald the cancer that won't kill me slowly hair by hair by hair Watch the blood seep through each pore tiny dots turning to a wash of red waves covering me like a ghost in a crimson sheet