they nod their head as if they understand but don't fool with me your eyes are glazed and the notes that you are scribbling cant measure the pain ive felt i pull out the symptoms from clenched teeth legs swinging in the air on and on an endless list you grow restless and when i open my mouth to continue you walk out the door that's when i realize even the doctors don't know what to do with me Esther L. Krenzin
there is a door at the foot of my ribcage that says "do not enter" yet they knock anyways inviting themselves into my home only to leave when they've seen enough. Esther L. Krenzin