This is a little out there, but I feel so comfortable with you all I thought I'd share. It's a poem about vasculitis. I've got some poetry out there, but this is the first one I've written about LVV.
Diagnosis
I saw the angel
All dressed in black
Sexy lingerie
Purple lipstick
She
Was going to take me somewhere
I resisted
She promised
She would turn
Into Taylor Swift
At the end of the tunnel
At the end of the blackness
Just close your eyes
Just lick your lips
Just click your heels
Fairy tale princess …
The words in my mouth
Stop …
All this pain
All this distraction
All this coming together
And breaking apart