274 – Migraine

A single point
Of blinding light.

A pinprick
Of expanding pain.

A rolling wave
Of pounding hammers.

A deep well
Of deafening darkness.

A thousand voices
Joined in silent moaning.

A frenzied skull-worm
Fighting to break free.

A screaming urge
To run right thru the nearest wall.

A sudden
Spacious pause.

A timid
Cautious glance.

A deep sigh,
The monster’s gone…

It’ll bite again.

But for now,
Peace,
At last.

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