Migraine travels from the back
\nto the front.
\nIt is the last broken dish
\nin the house.
\nThe shutter off its hinge.
\nThe blasted rose that never opens.
\nIt is the nonsensical sense of the brain.
\nThe flooding of rivers.
\nThe aurora borealis of the night.
\nThe fluttering of bats.
\nThe rending of sails.
\nThe knocking at the door revealing no one.<\/p>\n
And then, as quickly as it comes
\nit leaves.
\nThe sky turns blue.
\nQuiet reigns,
\nand the spell that follows new rain
\nhangs in the air radiant and clean.
\nMigraine leaves like guests
\nyou never invited,
\nand has you sigh in relief
\nat their going. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Migraine travels from the back to the front. It is the last broken dish in the house. The shutter off its hinge. The blasted rose…<\/p>\n