The Truth About Chronic Pain

The Truth About Chronic Pain

If they could fix me They would feel better- About themselves. They never listen Only diagnose And troubleshoot Because to sit and be silent Is to be powerless- Be powerless with me. And who can do that? I’ve hid my pain Behind a disguise Because always Every stop...
Love Letter to The White Coats

Love Letter to The White Coats

Hello Heinous human being In your white jacket Collecting virtue from the devil’s arse Serving the medical machine -god of human sacrifice Only sick fucks and bags of dicks need apply So that- When I walk into your office Dread swelling in my gut Staring at your...