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  • Writer's pictureAshima S


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.

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