Fuck this disease
This dis-ease
This dis-trust
These infantile legs that
Have the strength of
Sandcastles.
Fuck this un-ease
This un-comfort
This body that betrays me
And leaves me to fend
For myself
Alone
As my shame drips
In a puddle at my feet
Made up of my giant tears.
Fuck this dis-ability
This in-ability
This marauder that creeps
Behind shadows
Waiting. Watching.
I’m going to find you.
Fuck this dis-order
This re-order
Of my brain
That creates intricate complex
Black and white
Depictions of
Empty space
And nothing.
Fuck this.