Migraine

The agony settles in
like an unwanted house guest
slamming doors in her head,
hammering on walls,
hanging painful portraits with nails;
wide open curtains
let the blinding sun in.

It stomps
up and down the stairs
without any sympathy
for the loud symphony of sounds
blaring all around her.

She can't fall
asleep, the pain
is too much to withstand;
dancing demons
mosh in her aching skull
with no sign of slowing down.