Migraines

It’s in the blood

Slithering through veins

Pumped from the heart

Spreading, intoxicating.

 

Eyes closed to visualize

The worsening infection

Lub, Dub, Lub Dub.

The sound of an oil drum

Full of tar, Lub Dub.

A slurry of noise

 

A little red across the eyelids

Crimson over black velvet

Pulsating words push

Through the brain

To that singular beat

Lub Dub.

 

A resounding echo now

Thumping along the temples

Dub, Lub, Dub Lub.