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It stabs my eye with 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
twist out each tooth, nerves alive
melting into the numb oblivion
sensitive flesh shivers
mouth waters with contained spew
taste of rot and bananas
every little sound so deafening
chews off my ears
is this what death feels like.
no. no.
just a Migraine
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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