I can feel it coming
Slowly, my face tightens
The space under my right eye down to my cheek bone starts to numb

 Oh please, not today
 
 Little speckles of dark and blurry was takes over my sight
 Click. Click. 
Why won’t you open? 
I push down harder. 
Pop! Finally. 
Shake once. Shake twice. 
 Just like a maraca until two perfect red pills fall to my palm ready to go to war inside of my body to protect me from the storming pain
 
 Did I take it in time?
 Will I be free of it before it goes the whole way?
 
 The sharp tingling starts in my right hand
 Tiny needles quickly stabbing my fingers, my forearm, my elbow, my bicep. 
 Then, as quickly as it came, my fingers stop tingling
 But where is my strength?
 Weakness sets in.
 Those needles reach my mouth
 Is my tongue three times too big for my mouth? 
 Why can’t I speak right?
 Why is my face hot? 
 Why did those needles make it to my cheek?
 
 Ouch! My eye! Get out! 
 How did they get behind my eye? 
 Stop! I can’t see!
 Why didn’t those red pills save me? 
 What did I do to deserve this?
 
 My arm is no longer attacked by those vicious needles. But the weakness hasn’t left. 
 My face is no longer attacked. But my vision still blues. 
 
 Thump
            Thump
                        Thump
                                    Thump 
                                     Harder &
                         Harder &
           Harder &
 Harder
 
 Close your eyes
 Grab your ice
 Lay your head down
 And just let it go