And it begins, central in my forehead the deep pounding that promises storms on the horizon. Skies of peach Melba as a winter sun stretches his fingers through the frozen web of clouds blocking his way, and the throbbing consumes as we are swallowed by the darkening screams, and it beats, pulling, dragging, striking…my eyes beg to close as I am swallowed by the changing air, my eyes beg to close.
Karen Hayward ©2018
Image and words
I’ve got a fucking headache and I really wanna sleep,
words are sitting on my tongue that I know I need to keep.
Clouds are forming up above and storms are coming in,
And today my mood is simple…just fuck everything.
I’ve got a fucking headache and it’s tearing through my mind,
I’m pretty sure when I got up I forgot i’m really kind.
And everything is noisy, and everything is loud,
I should hide beneath a shroud.
But I’ve got a fucking headache and I really wanna sleep,
And these words upon my tongue, I’m gonna fail to keep.
Karen Hayward ©2016