You start
with my neck,
turning tendons into tangled iron bars.
You move
next
slowly
up,
slipping a shadow cap of pain
on my skull.
You creep
towards my temple,
signaling your arrival
with spot flashes of stars,
bright against the white walls.
You mock
the light I love,
driving me into a darkness
that still won’t quiet the
throb.
You linger
as an unwanted guest,
your departure date
a well-kept secret.
You will
go,
and I will be left with a
faded reflection of the ache
you so generously bestowed.
I will
not miss you when you’re gone.

Daily gratitudes:
Conversations with K
Teddy the goober dog
The menagerie
Lentil soup
Dreams with dead friends
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September 24, 2021 at 11:07 pm
slpmartin
Sorry to hear about the migraines…but meds help I’ve heard.
September 25, 2021 at 9:01 pm
Seasweetie
All better today!
September 30, 2021 at 3:21 pm
The Sanguine Woods
Reblogged this on The Sanguine Woods and commented:
Great poem by a friend…
September 30, 2021 at 3:22 pm
The Sanguine Woods
Well done! And wonderful. Jujus and prayers for the aches. M