The Migraine Monster

by isabel
(cleveland) [link]

Even when you're not here

you're here

You're an evil shadow

I cannot escape

A blood curse

passed down from grandfather to mother to me

and now to my daughter

How many generations will you devour?

What will sate your hatred?

You sap joy

Extinguish willpower

Day and night mean nothing to you

You find me in dreams

and turn wakefulness into a nightmare

The constant fear

of hearing your footsteps
just beyond perception is
the worst

Just waiting for
 your next attack.

submitted for Poetry Jam, Poetic Monster Mash

Make It Stop!

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Out of Standard With Izy ,we are  to parody our own poetic style. I have been told that many of my poems are "bleak." I also tend to write quite a bit about having migraines. So, for fun, I wrote a bit of migraine hyperbole (just a bit!)

My head

an overripe melon 

strains 

against its skin

 I'm on my knees

praying

 puking

 rebuking the gods of PAIN

PAIN

PAIN
Ice pick through my brain

My eyes recoil

from the burn

of the LIGHT

I'm losing the fight

to retain my sanity

and my humanity

as I crumble to a mass

of retching wretched uselessness