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A quick look at Raynaud's disease.

By KBPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Gert Stockmans on Unsplash

Sitting at breakfast

Eating my bowl

Of soggy cereal

Left out while

I brushed my teeth

Blood rushes

Out of my fingertips

In an instant

From simply

holding a spoon.

How nice it would be

To not be numb

In the cold.

Because the cold

Is inviting

Is everlasting

Is comforting

Encouraging even.

To feel my toes

When I dance

Earth underneath

Grounding me

Is so enticing

Walking barefoot

Without a care

Besides a scrape

Or a splinter.

To hold a hand

Without fabric

Cutting off

The connection

To be worried about

Sweaty palms

On a first date


My untroubled mind

Is now


I'm tired.

Bored of the


And of the resident

It has become.

performance poetry

About the Creator


A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!


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