Migrain-gnaw
The neighbour’s dog is yapping,
Someone’s phone is ringing,
A helicopter hovers too close, rotators pounding.
Sitting at my desk, working my way through inbox messages,
I notice a hunted feeling.
Could this mean my loyal companion is back?
For a second my vision blurs.
I shiver.
Later, I am chopping carrots for dinner
When the hunter returns.
Ah, my loyal companion is back.
Now the room dims momentarily and a growling fills my ears,
muting the TV news.
Suddenly,
The hound has my whole head locked in its jaws.
I can see no light,
I stare down its gullet.
The pressure tightens,
pain stabs my neck,
As it tries to rip my head from my body
With its predator death-shake.
I escape long enough to put down the knife,
Crawl away while it stalks my heals.
I hide for a time in the dark of the bedroom,
But it comes for me still,
Slathering for more.
