Migraine
A stranger has entered my bedroom. It is not yet dawn.
He stands above me on the bed - straddles my head
with his heavy black boots. His palms, one on my left temple
and one on my right, squeeze my skull like ice hooks.
His jaw is clenched, his shoulders thrown back
in an attempt to lift my head from the pillow.
I arch my body... Read more
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