It's never just hives
It's the way he doesn't look at you anymore
It's the crushing weight of always covering the shift
And losing your religion
Losing your humanity
Your neck, right above the thin ACDF scar,
Splotches of angry crimson
Pay no mind
This will pass your usual, painful way
Slow as time
till the lessons burst through
Cursed with color, and too much flaming self-reflection
Not enough benydrl for all this
It's the figuring it all out as you go
till it explodes without you
Come back, I say.

Live this life or better days

It's never just hives