#allergy
I went into your party
Didn't think anything of your snacks
I ate anything you gave me
But then it came to the cakes
Your chocolate cupcakes were delicious
"To die for"
Devine
I guess my body took it literally.
I choked
You started laughing
"Was it funny?"
I am crying
Throwing up
Scratching til my skin bleeds
You think I'm being dramatic
Can't you see??
Your cupcakes are killing me.
When I am finally able to find my mom I have no time
And my vision is blank
I don't remember the last time I ate a cupcake.
I always throw them up now.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 3:27 PM UTC
I wanted you to care for me.
Instead, your touch
gave me contact dermatitis.
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 1:47 PM UTC
Skin itched by
sweat rash grown, on
shoulders rubbed by
clothes that don’t breathe
An ear is blocked
I can hear my own voice
irritated by its sound
against the blur of trivial noise
I cannot bear matters
that does not resolve themselves;
But am more annoyed by those
that could, and did not
If tomorrow always find things better
Like a clock with self-steering gear
— it intimidates me, the thought of
all midnight struggles made futile
This emotional ball of yarn
rolls forward, bigger and bigger
I lay all fingers to disentangle
only to weave them tighter
I am suffocated
by the impatience to spit it out
My mouth wide open,
the candy sticks in my throat
Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 6:02 AM UTC
I'm allergic to nuts
Almonds, pecans, pistachios alike
I get sore, red, and outright fading
Heavy breathing, I could hear angels singing
I'm allergic to milk
One day, curiosity killed the cat
I drank a carton in a blink
My stomach got smashed, I hurled rats
I'm allergic to shrimps
In a mistake I swallowed a pint
Itching back, thousand curses uttered
"Never again" a reminder I muttered
Consequences known of straying too near
Agony, suffering, and kicking the bucket
Hearing the crowd's jeer and sneer
I should have stayed far away from the culprits
I have allergy, you must have one too
Don't casually put food in your mouth and chew
Read the ingredients first, scrutinize every bits
You wouldn't want regrets as your daily visits
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 8:17 AM UTC
Kim has a hairless cat that looks like an old man with a wrinkled neck.
“Euuww, it’s bald.” I observed, when I first saw it.
“It’s hypoallergenic.” she says.
“I read that it’s the cat’s saliva, from grooming - not the fur that people are allergic to.” I instruct.
“What if you were allergic to your boyfriend's saliva?!” she wonders.
“Dang, that means a rash ALL OVER, I suppose!”
We noddingly agree.
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 9:05 AM UTC
Snakes won't cross a braided rope,
so I take the leads up from around my bed.
I remember her face-
bright and
smiling beside mine
white as if she had just shed a skin
and the dunes grow now over the urchin barrens,
a desert in the sea.
I can peer beneath the 3rd lid
my heart claws at my throat,
allergy tight from the judging shade of
green.
The 3rd lid opens over the Taklamakan,
Tibetan horns sound so old -
ancient vagus nerve endings in my throat but my heart claws them away.
Snakes won't cross a braided rope but
her eyes are green and we lay a
cottonmouth skin across her womb.
All I see are diamonds on the ring fingers.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
This medication is called Trilafon or Perphenazine.
When I took it, I had the worst nightmare I've ever seen.
Life is something to be cherished.
But in December of 1996, I almost perished.
After my doctor wrote the prescription, I took the Trilafon.
If I hadn't been taken to the emergency room, I'd be gone.
Trilafon helps some people but it makes other people sick.
After taking this medication, I learned that I'm allergic.
I'd like to say it was all just a dream but it was real.
The doctors in the ICU saved me with Benadryl.
I foamed at the mouth and it felt like the Trilafon was burning out my brain.
I hope nobody else experiences this pain.
My doctor ticked me off when he wanted me to continue taking Trilafon with a side effect pill.
There was no way in Hell I'd keep taking it after being so ill.
Now I take a different medication and all is well.
It's much better to take Risperadol or Seroquel.
I was only twenty-five in 1996 and that would've been far too young to go.
If a doctor wants to prescribe you Trilafon, please say no.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
I'm allergic
Is it worst case?
It will eventually end my life.
An allergy that would cost your life?
Yeah. Precisely. Totally.
May I know?
Losing you.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
if my lips are red.
I had avocado (it does not agree with my body).
Stroke me-
but proceed with caution.
if my lips are read.
Dickens was ******
through my nail-beds.
and is sprouting around my veins.
“Honey” me-
with the dew from his tongue and his alone:
i will open myself up freely to you,
like petals spreading from a bud-
only less graceful.
and not as Chaste.
quite ****** actually;
when my cells are fighting against a forbidden fruit.
- the alligator pear of mexico and birch pollen -
and my tongue is soaked in English verse.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
It tastes sour in my skin
The water diverts his eyes upon the curves
I rub them with my fingernails
The tips cried for disturbance.
The pebbled stones in purity
Spit out their dirt with every moist
The need to exhale the longing days
The desolation of their own race.
It stinks with the cover of my skin
No vinegar to pour on the occuring reds
No tablet nor capsule to jive the tummy
There, I'll groove with the ratio of water.
I left the leaves on the dirt
And yes, those gravel and mated things in the sack
Alone am I, here in my own nest
Watching the faded stars and grasping the air.
Neither can I reach the ultimatum
The shutters in me were all aware and trained
The body in rest be put in silence
For the war of itch diverts the angle.
(6/13/14 @xirlleelang)
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
I want to lay in my bed
Next to you
At seven in the morning.
"Crepes?"
"Crepes." You say.
I get up
and start the crepe maker
I put out the Nutella
And cut bananas
And pull out the jar of lingonberries that
I love
Even though nobody knows
What lingonberries are.
You ask for peanut butter
And we both know I'm allergic.
But I have a jar
Because I know that
You love it.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC