Migraine
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A hood of iron thread
Drawn over face,
Hefty as a medieval sinner's burden on her neck.
Light stabs through the slits,
Sharp as a lance,
Penetrates one eye
To enter the head.
It burrows into mind
Churning half the brain
Into molten matter,
Originating grey vapour.
Thoughts get ill-defined,
Colour negatives.
Half lucid. Half blurred
Spinning together. Phantoms of spirit.
She sinks into a miasma
of shapeless throbbing.
The eye,
Stares restively around the clock.
Head, heavy as though severed
Indents the pillow.
Embedded as a gem in a cushion—
An offer,
to the regal pain.
Dilruba Z. Ara is an internationally acclaimed Swedish-Bangladeshi writer, novelist, artist, educator and translator. She lives and works in Lund, Sweden, and writes from there.
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