STALKER IN THE FOG: Fibromylagia
Like a shadow, Fibro follows,
attached to my soles with needle-
sharp nothings. Mindful of my
waywardness, he likes to stress my
dependence, holding hands, benevolently
fusing skin with a thin fizz
of electric shocks.
By day he sends a cloak of fog,
wrapped lovingly about me,
blotting out communication with other friends.
By night he swaddles me, tightly, muscles
aching with constriction and longing
for physical memories of dancing,
freedoms, long gone. To distract
a focussing mind
he whispers worries, slips caffeine-soaked
intoxication into my bloodstream
and sits watching over me
like a jealous lover.