Migraine Madness

Imagine an ice pick to the core of the meat  twist and yank and pull through smashed socket cracking temples in a vice grip hammer through bone and gristle take that sharpened fork, heated sear my tender neck  claw it off my tightened shoulders, dull saw my jaw ragged grind out each tooth  every nerve alive flesh shivers mouth waters with contained spew taste of rot and bananas  every little sound chews off my ears is this what death feels like. no. no. * My neurologist (brain doctor) encouraged me to submit this poem for all who have felt the wrath of migraine pain. I am also posting for those who have never experienced a migraine, lucky...