6.17.2023 - Migraine

6.17.2023
Migraine

There's a gremlin living in my head,
A vicious mean-spirited little beast.
It burrows and breathes taking up more room,
My temples pound and ache,
Feeling the bones in my skull twist.
Oily rope of nausea as its limbs seek more purchase,
All the satellite agony spreading,
As if one symptom wasn’t enough.
What is that gremlin doing up there?
All this banging and thundering,
The hammer blows inside my head,
The vibration of sounds echoing too loud,
The light too bright and violent,
Like lances and spears driving in deep.
I know it’s just another migraine,
But that cannot be all.
The agony is too destructive,
To be mere physiology.
This is malicious, destructive, and cruel.
A gremlin perches between my eyes,
And whispers and writhes,
What if he never leaves?