Seconds seem hours
Every voice unkind
Every light harsh
Every movement nauseating
I’ve wrapped myself in stillness
Yet with every slight movement
The rustle of clothes
Screeches like nails on a blackboard
And I cringe with the pain
I’d roll over
And cover my ears with the pillow
But then I’d have to roll back
Just to throw up
In the ice cream pail
Every headlight
Every ray of the sun
Pierces my drapes
And stabs its serrated edge
Into my throbbing head
I try to be still
But how can I not move
When it feels like
Bombs are exploding
Inside me
Rocked to the core
I clutch my head
Don’t want it to burst apart
I’m seeing stars through my eyelids
And it’s no cartoon
Within the pain
My thoughts echo
Overlapping in confusion
Between so many
Explosions of pain
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