impressions of my headache
while lying on my bed with
my eyes closed and my hands
pressing into the sockets
luminous purples and greens
shaped like eggs
floating in a red-brown soup
but not a true black
the lie of blue shapes
and blood colored stripes
and finally a vertical slash
of white that fades as it slices
from top to bottom
cutting is the only truth
in the darkness
until you open your eyes