Migraine

by

J. M. Hallett

Again, she's trapped
On the far edge of the horizon
Unable to escape
Pressed tightly against
The starry darkness
This pain-riddled immobile lump
With each heartbeat
A hundred pounding brain-throbs
Each eye-blink, excruciating
Pushing, stretching
Will it rip... this blackness?
Will it spill out, this madness?
"Oh sweet relief," she moans
"Where art thou hiding now?"

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