Migrane

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I've got a migrane, building in my head and spilling from my throat.

Behind my skin and muscle, blood and flesh.

Behind my mask of pain and fear there is darkness, ever growing in my head and heart.

Eventually, of becomes too much, and it spills forth.

It spills into painful words, into hurtful actions and it becomes a beast of it's own.

My vision tunnels and it becomes askew, darkened, dull...

My migraine grows, my head pounding and aching with a hellish tattoo, and it begind to spread through my veins.

My fingers shake and become weak.

My legs wobble and start to cramp up.

My chest heaves.

My stomach churns.

Everything.... Everything hurts...

Its a living hell...

Suddenly; it dissapates.

My mind is clear and my body is strong.

Although...

I'm prone to the migraine again.

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