Haiku of BoredomLost within myself,Surrounded by blank, white walls;I should paint them soon.
Bellydancing with Lyme DiseaseI don’t fear the blindness anymore:I call it Truth, that snake that slithers,from fingers to shoulders to fingers again,circling the Earth, rollingthrough me like sea foam. Whiteand ungoverned, unicornsdrifting on the tide,my hands fluttering, delicate bonesbending the air, turning musicinto movement like waterinto wine. Time is liquid and fog,memory rushing around my feet.My hips swoon to its cries, singinglike butterflies in my stomach, rollingwith the beat. I danceto sway the red fear of pain,to master the burning sense of loss.I make magic.
Lyme Disease: a Romance.tingling...your breath on my hands,kissing my knuckles -they are numb.your fingers glide alongmy spine, find that placebetween my shoulders and press,wrapping vertebrae in hot embrace,squeeze until I cry out,dizzy with each new twist and pull.you warp my back, massagemy knees and feet with knives.I can't move, weakin my resolve, I seeyour sharp teeth.I tingle,and you drain my energy.
lyme is an ignored wordit's not worrying, to the doctors;that grinding of your thumb into your handlike a nervous tick, the shifting from foot to less swollen foot. fear burninglike the hot steering wheel massaging your palm bringing pain to relieve pain; temporary scars on the lifeline, swollen:back, hands, feet, knees. brainbugs crawling in imaginary directionsaching to get outstretchmove, dancelike you feel human. a small thing, parasite, darkness, just a day on skin still twenty-three,even if twenty-three is a struggle like eighty.
Sta.sh
and thank you for the fav it's appreciated 
