This blood curse,
Pulls at my psyche.
Disabled is as disabled does.
‘Twixt Mood Disorder,
And 80 HDs.
Clawing at the edges of who I want to become.
I must set myself free,
Shackling these demons with chains.
Strengthen my tethers to my spirits,
The ghosts that follow me.
I’ve hungered for dopamine,
For a thousand years.
Millennia of waiting.
No vampire could ever match such want.
Disability superpowers clutched,
In headlocks.
Anxiety keeps me sharp.
ADHD keeps me fast.
Learning Disability keeps me slow.
Have you ever lived as limbo?
Chaos?
Writhing & boiling,
From the inside out?
Smoke,
Billowing from my lungs.
Oblivion calling.
I shall wield this blood curse,
Like a scythe.
Reaping sustenance –
From ableism.
Victories,
From hatred.
Beyond you?
Try to keep up,
By any means possible.
Match my appetite.
Imperative.
Disabled.
