The Odyssey of Lupus

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It begins with a blush, the kind that doesn’t vanish, even with sadness or the hush of immune calmers. then, it upscales into a flash of lightning, stabbing the skies with bolts of redness and irritation, making the body a slow, feral poison unto its own beauty until all the cells, all the pillars that hold the fort all zones and hopes are fried and the bored earth is forced out of pity and derision to eat cold dinner at breakfast.