Rasheda Collins
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Chronically Ill Black Lives Matter
Imagine waking up in the middle of the night with sudden, violent spasming in your body. These spasms feel like there is literally a fist on fire, started from the bottom of your feet, squeezing every single tendon. Every muscle. Every nerve. That fire then spreads up to your stomach and clenches it harder than a baby that's got their tint fist locked around a bite of your food. It lingers there and while its there sets off a chain reaction of other symptoms: intense nausea, sudden runs to the bathroom (you know what I mean. The kind that makes you sit and pray to every god you have ever heard about and contemplate life changes if they could just make it stop), and chills. You shake uncontrollably as the fire finally moves on to your head back to the base of your skull. You get a few moments before it all begins again.
By Rasheda Collins3 years ago in Confessions
Wish
It was a nice cool day. Something that comes rare in the southern part of the US. there was a slight breeze, and the humidity was low. The kids and husband had been driving me absolutely nuts during this pandemic shit. Being cooped up in the house, unable to go anywhere but doctors appointments and grocery runs....it drove us all batty. I had my job once they sent us equipment to go remote but....it wasn't enough. I needed a break.
By Rasheda Collins3 years ago in Fiction