Migraine

Starting off slowly and just under the radar.

Waiting for a chance to strike when least expected.

Always trying to outlast medication and shots.

Pounding.

Searing.

Blinding.

Stabbing.

Still thinking it's not causing enough pain already.

It amplifies.

Like a speaker with bass so loud it's blown.

Like a heartbeat that's too loud, too hard.

Blood rushing, cranium cracking.

Ideas, thoughts, emotions muted.

All for one single action.

One single body misfunction.

Inside my head.

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