Migraine

It comes on before I’ve noticed
Tightening and tense
The tingles start in my face
And spread, numbing my limbs
The beating in my head
Would make a dance floor wild
And the spinning that follows
Would bring giggles to a child
Some days it’s torture
Others a mere nuisance
And if I’m perfectly honest
I’d rather not do this dance

✨Deferential Devil✨

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