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I was on the ground Airway closed Can’t fight Can’t flee Put in recovery position Blackness Then I heard her “I miss you, Won’t you visit?” She was dead But she felt so close My body felt warm Before being pulled away Second Epi People above me I wanted to go back To pay her a visit But EMS came Before I could see her
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2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:20 PM UTC
Seeing Her Through Death
How do I accept This bending of reality A worst case scenario Coming true No locked doors Can’t be alone Work from home Nowhere is safe now Friends fear me Don’t want to give me the shot I’d need to save my life Teachers watch me like a hawk Fearing the day I blow MCAS Chronic and forever Remission possible Only by reducing symptoms Doctor after doctor Passed between specialists Research doctors love me As a subject for their papers Why was I dealt this bad hand Why does my body betray me I just want friends to be comfortable with me And for life to go back the way it was Calm Predictable Happy
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2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:16 PM UTC
Mast Cell Activation Syndrome
Being a goalie is odd Because you’re the odd one You take the hits and the pain And smile right through it Being a goalie is hard Nobody seems to get it Reacting faster and faster To catch something you can’t see They’ll tell you it’s easy That anyone can catch But they haven’t trained Their brain and body not to flinch They’ll blame you When they don’t like the score Even though you’re a team You should have done better You should have compensated for the hundreds of mistakes That you tried to correct But nobody listened Because you’re not a field player You’re a goalie And what do goalies know About the plays taught at the practice That they still attend I am this goalie One for lacrosse I’m weird and have rituals And sacrifice myself for the team My body and mind Are tougher than theirs But they tell me it’s easy To not show fear The thing is I’m not a real teammate Just a goalkeeper Just a brick wall Just an obstacle
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2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
Being a Goalie
Watch your sugar Or so I've been told They act like it Can turn to salt Salt… That’s funny Because your sugar Tastes of salt to me I taste it in every mirror Every contour of my body Everytime i watch my stomach jiggle Everytime I wish my fat were my tears So easy to lose yourself In that shaker I taste it in every movement When I look down and my stomach Blocks my feet And my thighs rub Salt makes starving Quite attractive To bad I can’t Because they’re watching too closely Salt makes me want water My tears must count I’ll drink my food And cry out my fat And maybe it’ll Finally taste of sugar
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2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC
Sugar Shakers and Fatty Tears
It never occurred to me That one day I’d wake up sick And never get better It never occurred to me That I was born sick And would never get better It never occurred to me That when I woke up For my first day Of middle school That I was walking into A place I would almost die in It never occurred to me That doctors know Very little Compared to what We need them to know I never dreamed That nightmares would come true And my dreams would drown In pools of doctors notes As I listen to insurance Try to deny a prescription That I needed to live They said that dreams would Always come true But never occurred That nightmares were dream too It never occurred to me That I’d wake up sick And never get better That I’d be scared To go anywhere And angry at everyone For the answers they can’t give
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2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:11 PM UTC
Sick Mornings