A Return: Migraine
A short prose piece on status migrainosus
The scene behind my eyelids is the static snap of electric shocks, a visceral visual experience that elicits memories of club dancing, all strobe and obnoxious rhythm. I open my eyes, the world shimmering with a nearly unbearable intensity, my perception warped through the lens of a migraine, reality shifted slightly in an indescribable way, the very un…
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