Migraine

I shut the window

I draw the curtains

I still see her shadow

Lurking in the dark

I see her ravenous outline,

At the break of dawn

And when the sun is high up in the sky,

She strokes her stone-cold fingers

Slowly over my temples and shoulders

Gliding down the jaws

She intensifies my pain;

When the weary day turns to rest

Lingering like an unloved guest

She visits again,

Clutches my head,

Digs her nails to the bones

She makes me scream;

I see lights flashing like fireworks

There's a throbbing pain

That I cannot get rid of,

Aghast, I lie down

Press my hand against my ears

Dizziness taking over me

Nauseous to the stomach,

I feel exhausted ;

They say she will never retire

The incessant gyre of pain.