the petals in her head

When morning peony of migraine pain opens petal by petal in her head, Like Totally rises from her bed and taming shivers wraps herself in the throw. She focuses attention on her pain assessing if she can drink from the mug of hot black tea, or should surrender to the surge of vomit.
If after a second sip of tea she gushes, her day turns into a violence of flesh, compulsive tremors alternating with the fits of chocking, and gripping vomit thickening intolerable headache; her thoughts subside and feelings become irrelevant.

If she can finish unsweetened tea and keep the pills inside her stomach, she focuses attention on the balance between her inability to move and an impulse to continue on routine. Her feelings subside and thoughts diminish, but she can vilely document self-observations.