Migraine Nebula

It starts with the clouds of pain
along my skull,
inside, bright spots like stars
pricking. Then the crying
pushes against my sinuses. Lying in the dark
I imagine a nebula filling up the cavity,
huge and clouded, spreading
beneath the surface of my face
and creeping around my brain. Behind my eyelids
I see swirls of color and I think
if you should look into my eyes
you would see the vast expanse, mysterious
of space. Cold stasis, expanding, filling up
my hollow chest.
And if you looked
hard enough
you would see the bright stars
burning, alive with fire.
They are too far away to touch.
There is no safety in a field of stars,
only extremity, burning heat
and burning cold.
I slip into bed with the universe.
I slip into bed
with the universe
in my head.