The pain travels up my neck
and takes hold of my skull
An irregular chemical exchange
A few hours lost
I see life through still images
Rizatriptans and espresso shots
Pins dropping to the sound of explosions
My night light is a blinding sun
Words merge together
Life fades to black
Seconds turn to years
Yet days slip through my fingers
I hope the world will still remember me
When the clouds lift
and I am me again.