afternoon migraine
a little black spot,
a sparkling stain,
a light too bright,
but not blinked away
strobing, multiplying masses,
clawing the periphery,
overtaking the world,
in scintillating darkness
hands on eyes,
elbows on knees,
someone take this
away from me
a tightening crown,
temples, adorned,
a skull too tight
to leave much space
diminishing sight,
a nauseating nightbloom.
the smell of the room,
in waves, rising
somersaults, turning amid,
iron hand squeezing above,
into tension’s glove,
conscious thought, annulled
dilating, constricting,
breathing, afflicting,
becoming a junction,
of mind and pain
inhale, exhale,
wait for release,
waiting in vain
for the ache to cease