Headache

The lady H walks through my mind
Unsettling the dust of thoughts below
With a twirl of her head
the snowglobe of my awareness spins
sending snowflakes of memory flying fro
each a dagger piercing the glass
that disturbs the integrity of the sphere

Stalking the halls of thought
The lady H leaves no corner unsought
persisting in pain
spreading uneasiness as
emptiness blooms in her wake.