Low-Pressure Ache — A Poem

The gray day presses


the curved pane of my brow,

A low-pressure ache

in residence grinding


my right eye.

And I —

who love the rain —

feel only the damp,

the permeating chill

that creeps into my being,

that even sleep and a cup

of good, hot tea



— C.Birde

Created with Nokia Smart Cam

“Migraine” — C.Birde, 12/15



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