it hits me square between the eyes,
out of no where the pressure builds up
like a vice pressing tighter and tighter
against my skull.
So tight moving seems futile.
Paralyzed by the lights.
The lights are so bright.
blinding me, adding to the pressure.
shhhhh don’t speak!
Must find a dark place
somewhere small, cool, and oh please quiet
to wait, to wait
to wait till this pressure eases.
Remembered prompt Conjure Writing short posts is an excellent way to flex your word choice muscles. Which word is the most clear? Poignant? Direct? This week I want you to conjure something. An object, a person, a feeling, a color, a season- whatever you like. But don’t tell me what it is, conjure it.
And in case you are wondering what I conjured…. I conjured up the beginning of a migraine.