Itches itch and scratches scratch.

You would still relieve that urge without questioning that, right?

Well that's how I feel about my scalp.

My brain the main domaine that carries me through my days.

I don't pull my hair or wash my feet three times a day anymore.

The meds help with that.

But something I can't shake is scratching my skull.

Short fingernails because I am a lesbian.

But also has made it easier to attack my soft skin.

Blood and scabs and sore spots.

I have derma linked completely to my scalp.

Hats and beanies can only do so much.

My fingers always find a way to slip there and pick the day away.

Invisible illnesses still make you sick.
You can still fall in love with the one you didn't pick.

I am a heathen and I am an angel.

I give and I take, and I take and I breathe.

Goodnight.