Migraine Madness

My neurologist (brain doctor) encouraged me to submit this poem for all who have felt the wrath of migraine pain. I am also posting for those who have never experienced a migraine, lucky.

Imagine an ice pick
to the core of the meat 
twist and yank
cracking temples in a vice grip

hammer through bone and gristle
take that sharpened fork
heated sear my tender neck 
claw it off my tightened shoulders

with dull saw my jaw ragged
grind out each tooth 
every nerve alive
flesh shivers

mouth waters with contained spew
taste of rot and bananas 
every little sound
chews off my ears

is this what death feels like.
no. no.

Author's Note

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