by
Roey on Migraine
Saturday, April 05 2008
An ashen stranger returns my gaze.Her eyes, the window of the soul, tell.Dull, spiritless with a deathly veiland deep blue gray circles beneath.She stares perplexed, mystified.Her hand touches her forehead.She winces in pain.She fumbles clumsily with her pills.I feel sorry for her.I turn off the bright bathroom lightso I can no longer see the... Read more
by
Roey on Migraine
Wednesday, April 02 2008
Was that a glint of light? I blink three times.Sinking feeling in my gut, I panic.Not NOW! I'm driving. I blink twice.I try to focus on the street signs.Can I read them? Is that an F or a P?Is that spot supposed to be there? I blink again.Pretty purple lightening bolts dance before my eyes.Agony will start in twenty minutes, I will wish I were... Read more