On Migraines

make it stop
the cacophonous racket that begins
at the bridge of my nose
and expands
to pummel my temples
and drill behind my eyes
make it stop
the aversion to food
and the
unsettling feeling
that my gut
is going
to revolt
light works against me
and movement is
to be feared
make it stop
swaddle me in silence
blanket me in the darkness
of a moonless void
with no wind that howls
in unison
with my pain

Sumayyah Talibah © 8 December 2017