Eight invisible spider footsteps patter across my brow, sending shockwaves through my head.
A pulse begins at the back of my neck, a base drum thud that knots muscles, lifts my right shoulder closer to my ear.
And so it begins.
I rise and sweep my legs out of bed, a wave of nausea biting my stomach.
My desperate hand feels the books and bottles on the nightstand. My thumb sighs at the familiar feel of a triangular shape, then squeezes it tightly into my palm.
Though the darkness I walk with my eyes closed, a fist pressing the walls on my route to the bathroom.
I hit the shower on. Hot. I crank the head to Massage.
My bare feet shuffle me over to the sink, my free hand braves a cold faucet handle, the smooth line of water is like thunder. I wince, bend, sip.
Open the bottle, tremble at the clap of two pills making their way out, swallow.
As I take slow breaths so I don’t vomit, I open my eyes.
My face is a blur in the black and white staticy channel of early Dawn.
The pain distorts me, taking the girl who tucked herself into bed hours ago in cozy pajamas, shifting her into a wretched creature of the night.
A beast whose enemy is sound and light. Who must now shed its clothes, scratch its nerves with scalding water until its flesh burns numb. Whose savior is shielding windows from pinking skies, distracting itself with harsh water from blinding, crumpling, weeping horror until the tiny white pills spread a cure from the inside out.
Until the prescribed fog wafts through every cell, cell by cell, allowing the beast to shed its burden, allowing me to come back, to walk tall again.
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This post was in response to Trifecta Writing Challenge Prompt.
The prompt went like this:
You must use the third definition of the word below to craft a piece of writing of no less than 33 words and no more than 333. The chosen word should appear in your writing exactly as it appears below. For more information, please check our instructions page.
Because I’m a space cadet, I suggested this word in my response to the Trifecta ‘About Me’ Post, then ended up using it in something else already. (Wow. I am so patient, aren’t I?)
So instead of fiction, I went with memoir this week. I get migraines. They suck.
I took some notes during my last one, paid attention to the pain, the blindness, how it changes me, and used them here to try to explain how it feels. I hope I did it justice.
Comments, concrit, questions are always welcome here…
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