My Thyroid and You
A scorpion tail
Tell me when it's safe to yell
For God's sake I'm shaking here,
Breaking here, taking breaths of arid air
And drowning
Sandy bubbles rising, crowning
An anticlimactic pop
Please stop! You're hurting me
The heat, it steeps like morning tea
Your sandy screams live and breathe
My self-fulfilling prophecy
It burns, I can't. I can't
I can't be water for you cup
Deserted here with not enough
I'm empty too. It's
Me.
My disease.
Copyright © April Riggs-Stites | Year Posted 2016
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