Melting letters.
As into the screen they mould.
My fuzzy eyes, they totally lose control.
Fight to the sink to get a fresh drink.
To swallow my pill.
Child-proof cap on the bottle.
Pills are ****** **** or cure.
Tingling fingers make it a trial.
Trial of a million witches.
Tortured for longer if I can't open that bottle.
If only I can get that pill.
Ergotamine, my drug, it spells a spot of witchery.
If I can get to it in time.
Without it I die.
Very much like a stroke, that ***** me.
Excuse the expletives, Christ they're needed.
Lose the ability to speak.
The brain still functions, the body's wrecked.
Eyes flash more.
Crashed into the unit doors.
Embarrassing,if I have patients to attend to.
My tongue feels like it's grown three times over.
Need to write a note to boss, to say I need to leave.
Strange really, I can think perfectly, but expression's verbally deranged.
I could run needles into my fingertips, where once living tissues died, I would be none the wiser.
Of course I could not find those finger-tips, just have to aim and guess.
Well for a moment or few.
At least until in safety, sleep safely captures me and revives me after many hours.
Think there must be a little man lurking in my brain, for after hours of sleeping off, I get  an evil head.
Relief at last the day, after last day left.
A parting gift from the migraine man, a hellish head all full of fluff!
No more headache,  today mere malfunctioning abilities!