Blackout.. An Ode to a migraine..

It begins as a whisper of knives

slipping beneath the skin of thought,

thin blades threading through nerves,

sawing light into shards.

My hands betray me first —

tremors like dying wings.

My knees loosen, unhinged,

forgetting the architecture of standing.

Sound swells into a monstrous chorus:

heartbeat, breath, electricity in the walls,

each pulse a hammer

driving agony deeper into bone.

The world turns venomous —

light becomes a weapon,

shimmering, serrated,

gnawing at the backs of my eyes.

Vision fractures.

Edges melt into a feverish glow.

Faces, walls, sky — all liquefy

into a merciless glare.

I am too full of sensation,

drowning in brightness,

choking on noise,

split open by the inside of my own skull.

And then —

a rupture.

The body chooses absence.

Circuits burn out.

Pain consumes the last signal.

I fall inward,

past the screaming light,

past the electric storm —

into black,

not peace,

but the mercy of nothing

~S~