Every Wednesday
My poor ass
Gets an infusion
Of medical
Rocket fuel
It burns like a mother fucker
Imagine a fire poker...
Blazing hot
With lava
Sharp as a
Great white shark's teeth
Rammed into the side of
Your weeping toohis
A whole process
Happens
You have to
Get from
Point A
To
Point B
First you lay
On an ice pack
For a half hour
Then this chalk white
Substance
Gets slowly
Drained
Into you
And by slowly
I mean a
Senior citizen snail
Slow
And the inside of your
Boom boom
Feels like
Mt. Vesuvius
Blew up
After it's over
The rocket fuel
Burns like
It's on a NASA platform
On its way into outer space
It stings like
A wasp's nest has
Taken over your backside
Lastly it's time
For a heating pad
The warmth
Sooths the intensity of
The burning log
Imbedded in your caboose
Now with some meds
The pain has subsided
Until next time
When this
Rocket fuel
Comes in contact
With bare flesh
YOU ARE READING
ME Survivor (Book 3)
Poetry17 million people around the world suffer from Myalgic Encephalomyelitis or ME and it is incurable and untreatable. The disease is called ME but Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or CFS is the name the CDC gave it. Doctors for the most part think that it is...
