Testing The Site

The Diabetic Dragon

Injections don't burn
as much as others’ reactions;
their faces when they hear.
They think I'm a tethered
maiden, bound to be
devoured.

I'm learning a
strange language
that no one likes, blood
glucose, ketones, hypos
these words keep spilling
into your blanking void.

Injection after
injection of
rejection, your face
as the needle glints.

Have I become
the dragon?
Now I don’t share,
speak, breathe without
checking if it will hurt.