The pain
bites into my head,
My neck–
Like a tiger
Feeding on
Its first bit of flesh
Starved after
A long, cold winter
Hungry for more.
Relentless–
Yet, unhurried
Knowing it can
Feed on me.
And always come back
For more.
Latching on
With razored teeth.
Burrowing in
With dizzying precision.
My headaches
Show me
A life of their own.
One
I never
Asked to see.
I shrink, I cry
From sound and light.
My muscles so tight
That if you felt them
You would swear,
I was made of rope.
Stretched
And frayed,
Like my nerves.
My soul.
This pain.
Will never.
End.