There are no simple ailments to cure my body,
no doctor can seem to heal me, but here I stay: wandering.
In chronic, nerve-numbing pain that pulls me into briar rose’s sleep.
A blood river with coiled nerves; a ferry woman transporting pain.
Even sleep cannot save me from the woman’s curse,
and it seems only I can feel my body withering away.
Nothing can cure me from genetics wrath,
But am I supposed to be cured? It seems like the universe is asking me to
suffer;
To be a spokesperson for my body until I find a miracle worker.
My body feels like someone set a bomb off, only it is moving in slow motion.
I’ve been bleeding for fifteen days.
I live in slowness.
Tired
Even when my body begins to shut down, I am just thrown temporary solutions.
Not a resolution, no hope.
Even the words on a page begin to look skewed.
Have you ever been in so much pain that you lose vision¿
Only to play a game with the gods, to see if one day you will regain clarity.
- Having endometriosis, kidney stones, and chronic pain.
