Migraine

MIGRAINE

When the
words spin
I can not write...

I sleep and
enter the
nightmares...

...inhuman dead hands touching me
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 -

Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?