stained pink
ink-like stains
scarring skin and drain
pain’s nervous agents
march into battle
with the assailants of the deep
keeping fists
clenched against the knowing
nails driven just by growing
running interference
a distraction calling sleep
pathways always
running the same route
rushing away in a
driverless getaway

– the migraineur

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