What can YOU say in six sentences?
Split in two, sliced neatly, cleanly, pain delivered like a torpedo, and then slowly the implosion, the distended sensation of life force being sucked into oblivion.
No time to recover; the mind explodes into myriad colours, grinding nerve endings and bursting brain cells, then the flicker of lights, sensitivity, brevity to pain, followed by a creeping fatigue.
No dark rooms, no silence. No amount of drugs. The pain won’t go away.
It creeps through the synapses, swelling with intensity, shorting out circuits, eating through swollen cells, until finally it burns away like glowing embers, leaving a shattered shell.
Now I can begin to recover.
Until the next migraine attack.