Fibromyalgia
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Fire under my skin
Climbing up my legs
My spine
My arms
Glowing coals of hate
Incendiary suffering
Deep inside my bones
Chronic
Constantly there
Endless creeping torture
Pain, misery, despair, alone
Illness
Fighter
I sat up at night thinking what I needed
Thinking about what I had lost, thinking about if I was lost
Night sweats, Night terrors, Nights up, all night I was up, all fucking night
Her hands run down my fractured spine
and her arms wrap around my treacherous waist
as she buries her face in my crooked neck
and kisses my furrowed, tortured head.
She sees me.
MORNINGS ARRIVE AND THE SUN RISES
AS I WAKE WITH DREARY BONES
THE MUSCLES THROB AND THRIVE ON PAIN
AND FORM A WEAKER DRONE
THE THOUGHTS OF MELANCHOLY DAYS,THEY LINGER ON
Agony from the chronic eruption of nerves that delicately lace through my spine and entwine into vines of erotic discord electricall
Imagine you wake up after a full night’s sleep
Feeling as if you got no sleep at all.
Your joints ache and creak.
You can barely walk out of your bedroom.
You sit around your house all day,
