“What they say”

My dad once said-

“Elle if you don’t have your health…

…you don’t have anything.”

He was right.

“We can give you 50 years”

I don’t want 50 years, I want forever.

“Check your sugars Elle”

“Take your insulin Elle”

“Have you checked your feet Elle?”

“When’s your next appointment Elle?”

“No relationship can survive contempt”

That’s what they say.

They also say ‘mental illness’

…when the impacts are all physical.

“Cheer up Elle, the world isn’t gonna move for you”

“What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger”

“Ugh do you have to inject in public?”

“HOW ARE YOU?”

And this is what I say-

“They live in their perfect little boxes…

Shock and horror for anything outside of ‘normal’

And melt away at the first sign of trouble

Masks of happiness and false sympathy

Superficial pools, an endless ocean

False idols and false gods

‘God’s gonna save us’ Hah!

Anaesthesia- black nothing

The prelude to ‘after’

I can’t wait.”