My migraine’s aura begins as a speck of dust before unfurling its XXL size into three-
dimensional space.

Chemtrails slowly spread across an undivided field of vision while energies from
contaminated flora and fauna scintillate the mind

Waves of hormones crash into each other without sound, prompting the question:
What form of protection can hormones provide?

At a certain point in the progression splitting occurs
Nausea slithers its way through the body leaving a smooth trail of shit along the way

My stomach opens and closes its eyes to further whet my appetite
My stomach opens and closes its mouth hungry for adventure