mizry of buddy don: deescribed in 3 waka by budouadana

SickleHead between pillows,An arcing sickle of painFrom left eye to ear,A nauseated sternum,One more day of life lopped off.CringeThe headache’s dupe seeksFetal peace in barren wombOf warm soft blankets,With no birth to celebrate,Only the slow dying day.Ice PickIf a hot ice pickHad been thrust through the left eyeAs far as the ear,The cruel pain would make some sense,Unlike migraine’s cold logic.