When she opened her eyes, a vein in her left temple had grown an organ, a heart. With each throb, it swelled and she heard her blood rush through her like rapids. She wondered how long before it consumed her and whether, as it did, it recognised her existence and bore her some affection.
Art by Sofia Bonita
Conceited Crusade 
So good. Great choice of art to go with it, weird and perfect.
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Thanks but perfect may be too kind…
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Let’s not argue
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I do suffer migraines, but I still love it! Mine are significantly better with diet changes though (please visit if you want to see my recipes). Thanks for the smile.
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Good for you! I’ve adjusted my diet massively and experimented with prophylactics but nothing worked until i tried acupuncture. The treatment isn’t over but I’m seeing really quite amazing results. Thanks for reading!
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❤
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i hope you like it for the writing and not that you suffer from them too.
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Fortunately, no. I just love “a vein in her left temple had grown an organ, a heart. With each throb.” It’s so visceral.
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i’m very pleased to hear that. 🙂
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I like this, Babe. There is a hint of hope amongst the pain. Sort of like an acceptance of two forces co-existing, you and your migraine.
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haha a non malignant schizophrenia?
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Exactly! 😉
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