Synesthesia Pain
A swirl of colour before my eyes signals the onset of pain
That deep seated twist of something in my gut invades
The smell of lavender pervades and cloyingly surrounds me
My skin pricks at every touch of my clothes as I move
But the same old same reaches out and grabs me tight
Regardless I fight the old new struggle for control
My grip is lax and shakes ripple through my body clear
A ringing in my ears begins to reach a crescendo tone
Lavender becomes rose becomes old oak becomes noise
Touch slides down my vision as it all becomes a fog of sense
A chaos storm begins to crash down upon me from all directions
Cold white noise begins to climb up my spine and it overwhelms
Loud light brushes down my arms as the storm of my senses continues
Composites of my senses collide and coalesce and separate again
Nerves on fire and electric tremors flow upon my perceptions
Silence now just a memory as day after day the onslaught occurs
And then a crack and suddenly peace shudders through my body
Until next time
Until the next migraine
Synesthesia
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