this is my brain on pain
flashing light, blinding flare, this glare that burns. migraine.
pounding, pounding, peck peck pecking away at my sanity.
pain that will not stop, does not cower, will not leave.
pain uninvited, not wanted, not welcome, yet here.
my head in a vice grip. won’t let go.
pain that leaves me wasted, limp, sore,
run over. paralyzed.
i lay on the couch, afraid to move.
i watch from a tiny pinhole of awareness.
i am still, so still, any movement excruciating.
quiet light burns holes in my retina.
tiny sounds detonate bombs in my brain.
i wait and i wait and i think and i think. and i wait.
there is nothing else to do.
it is minutiae, amplified, one million times.
it is crushing fever, knife pain, white hot.
it is brutality, unleashed in my skull.
and then it is gone.
an ugly memory.
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