Sadwinistic
i am God's
// “writer in the dark” by lorde //
Scleroderma
They harden
Like paint on walls
Not emotionally but
physically
Pain flares
Joints swell
Ulcers show up
And rashes tend to stay
Like some unwelcoming hotel
of a body
Taking in
All that hurts
Coughing up
Acid
that strikes the throat
Stiff and tired
As if this body is
Old and used
Tight and cold
Shivering and Gasping
Headaches check in
Last minute
Too many people have overbooked their stay
In this hotel of ache
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Porphyria
Doubling over
She spills all she has
Gripping onto the bowl
With blisters in sight
And rashes that spread
She stays in the dark
ness of her room
Cramping up
Confused and weak
She wonders how
Far she's
fell
Into this
hell
Of pain and confusion
Her mind swirls
Her skin itches
And she stays in the dark
And hopes it passes
But like the sun
It'll rise
again
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