Migraine Madness

[Todd]

Hi Celestina,

There are things I like here. If I were to give a few basic ideas to consider they would be along these lines.

Look at your first line. I think if you adopted a more conversational tone it might flow better:

Example:

I imagine an ice pick

Also with the ending you don't need to call out the migraine in the poem. The title does that.

Just some things to think about.

Best,

Todd

It stabs my eye with an ice pick
to the core of the meat 
twist and yank
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
with dull saw my jaw ragged
twist out each tooth, nerves alive
melting into the numb oblivion
sensitive flesh shivers
mouth waters with contained spew
taste of rot and bananas
every little sound so deafening
chews off my ears
is this what death feels like.
no. no.
just a Migraine

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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..,.