It throbs,

A dull, pulsating

Rhythm

That keeps me unaware

Of anything else

On the planet.

It aches,

Taking over all that I am.

I can think of nothing else

But the aching throb.

It hurts

In a way that

Defines all pain

Imaginable,

Real or supposed.

I am eviscerated

By a migraine.

07/01/2008

Author's Note: I have had a migraine headache for days....

Posted on 07/01/2008
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