More than an ordinary headache, migraines have but one rule “don’t f$&k with me…”
And even if you are the Kingpin of your body–> you will over estimate who has the real power.
Even though the odds are stacked against me I won’t give in.
“I will fight! “you wanna play! Okay! Say hello to my little friend!”
“Go ahead! I take your f***ing bullets!
Her body shaking with each hit.
“You think you kill me with bullets? I take your f***ing bullets!
Vice grip pain tightens around her forehead.
“I still standing! Hah! I still standing! Go ahead!”
The lone trigger is pulled exploding her headache.
Poet falls slow motion into a pool of liquid pain.
Cue ominous music.
Pan camera to the slow spinning golden globe as the migraine walks calmy away having claimed yet another victim.
“The world is yours.”
Fade to black.
Dedicated to all my fellow migraine sufferers. More than “a bad headache 🤕 ” Some will never understand. But I do. 😘
Iya Isoke is Poet Laureate, Emeritus for the City of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
She lives in Philadelphia where she works, plays and observes the subtle nuances of life.
Then writes about it.
She can be reached at email@example.com
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