Your homeland stays inside your bloodstream. When you’re away from it for too long your veins begin to burn with longing.
As if the body didn’t have enough foreign invaders to fight off.
I fought for doctors to listen to me.
To believe me.
When too many bad days in a row occur, I start to wonder if this is just how it’s going to be from now on.
I think I’ve transcended pain flare-ups.
I’ve been husked.
We’ve been running on fumes the past couple of days.
My poor husband is in the hospital…
It’s the last day of 2020.
Update + a Spooky Poem