The Storyteller's Window

My hair falls out in clumps, lumps, and ratales It feels as brittle as my nails My knees snap crackle and pop Like rice krispies Pain is song that doesn’t stop My body sings in minor keys My face is red as a tomato My cheeks flare up like a volcano The sun is my foe It scorches me From head to toe I can only be out when it’s Dark, the sun leaves A blistering mark I feel like a vampire in disguise Hiding from the sun’s Cruel rise I crave the moon, Avoid the flame Lupus flare up’s Is a wicked game My body has not Been the same I’m still playing Life’s unending game.