Headaches

Electric pulsations, frequent but quick
as I bite past the nail to the bed
it seems they are weaving, a bonnet of nettles
attached to the place between my skin and my head.
A crushing sensation, slowly but steadily pushing
my thoughts, until there’s no room for conversation
or concentration, not even for movement or light
out of sight it settles, beneath sinews and synapses
fire out lightening. Crack, thunder and throb.

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robyn selters
Well described... sadly you seem to know these too well...Take care :)
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Susan Jarvis
Such a spot on, poetic description of a headache...that 'bonnet of nettles' and 'Crack, thunder and throb' has me reaching for the paracetamol - you pen pain to perfection. :)
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