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another migraine poem

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hands are not my hands
hurt is my hurt
the teeth do not delay

fog fills worried head
sifts through my stomach
pain in every heartbeat

even no light is too bright
i darken the windows
pull my eyelids down

over a beautiful day

Contributor

  • K Weber is an Ohio writer with ten online books of poetry. She writes independently and collaboratively and has poems featured in publications such as The Hooghly Review, Writer’s Digest, and Fevers of the Mind. Her photography/digital collages appear in literary journals including Barren Magazine and Nightingale & Sparrow.