"ἡμικρανία (hēmikranía)"
Written By
Robin M. Eames
my headache is the ocean too vast
to catch in my hands spilling over
my pale fingertips all hued in blue
streaming from bruise-purpled eyes
a torrent of writhing sea foam agony
wave upon crashing ceaseless wave
roaring through dusk and day until
by sheer magnitude the deafening
echo becomes utter muffled silence
in night-dark depths the weight of
the world sinking slowly over me
a crushing pressure blotting out all
hope of song or sense or reason or
mercy or myth leaving blackened
blotching nothing whose borders
are licked by flame and occasional
pulsing flash of lightning lashing
out against vulnerable brain matter
pinkish gray and white mussel-soft
hoping to make it through the storm
Robin M. Eames is a queer crip punk poet who is only mostly dead. Their work has
been published by Archer, Junkee, The Red Room Company, Strange Horizons,
GlitterShip, and Luna Station Quarterly. They live on Gadigal land. You can find them
online at robinmeames.org and @robinmarceline.