MIGRAINE
When the
words spin
I can not write…
My head pounds!
I sleep and
enter the
nightmares…
…inhuman dead hands touching
me in places I don’t give permission…
NEVER IS PERMISSION GIVEN!
Fingers are worms…
stench makes me want
to hurl stomach contents…
…stomach is acid…
full of fear.
I’M FREEZING!
Monsters come
and take what they want –
as they have always done.
I have no fight left…
further scarred…
further scared –
WILL YOU BE MY NIGHTMARE?
Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?








Omg I hate migraines. It puts me out for the entire day. Sound it the enemy and light is its right had man