Migraine

It approaches like a freight train,

heavy steal, force, power.

The wheels grind metal on metal.

The whitsle warns louder and sharper than a pig.

The black net spills over the right hemisphere,

gripping it tight, tighter, and even tighter.

Hotness covers the cheeks pushing rose bursts to the surface.

Now both hemispheres begin to swell.

Tears want to form, spirt and roll.

Impossible for a pain so familiar. 

No change for hours.

It's here.

An unwelcome guest.