How long can
I endure the pain of razor blades
Scraping against my skull
While the blood drips
Into my eyes?
Blinding is the lighting
Strikes that sear
My brain
Blind my vision
Worse than a man
Being kicked
In the nuts
Three times
In a row.
How long could you stand?
How long can I
When it's been three
Days since
The sensation
Commenced torturing
Me?
How long could a
Man, a real man
Go?
After he had been
Struck between his legs
The way I had been
Struck between
My eyes?
It takes too much energy
To even imagine
The answer to the question
As the bile threatens
To recoat my throat
And I stick my head
Under a faucet
Of ice cold water
And silently cry
So as not to wake
Sleeping children
Nearby.
The Ice pick
Drives itself
Over and over
In the back of my head
And I can't tell
If the stars
And swirling patterns
Are from shutting my eyes
Tight
Or flung wide open.
I can't see anything.
I am deaf,
Dumb,
And blind…
And pray that
The open surgery
On the back of my head
With no anesthetic
Will relieve me in the end…
If I am a good girl
And let my master
“Migraine”
reign holy terror…
I may please him with
My primal scream
as involuntary tears
of acid carve rivers
down my cheeks.
Until I lay
In the fetal position
On the cold tile
Floor…
I am feverish hot
As the volcano
That erupted from
Inside my skull
Like tectonic plates
Of my head
Were like the earth
And my molten blood
Cries for release
Out the soft tissues
Of my eyes…
The lava burst forth
In tears, salty
Like the sea…
I feel the burn of the salt more so than
The water.
The tiles of the bathroom floor feel SO
Cool… a respite
From my master…
Who was pleased
With me,
His slave now,
Three days
Of my life,
Where I tread dully
To school,
Home, and back again…
And in the end
I could do nothing,
Not eat,
Not sleep,
Only to serve
The pain…
Until I myself
Made it more
Frying with the
Lighting of arctic cold
He finally let me
Go into the oblivion
Of dreamless sleep…
Where he whispered
On his way
Out the door…
“Till next time.”
