DEFYING HISTAMINE

Rebecca Wilcock  

One taste
and you’ve declared war.
My tongue a traitor,
tightening with each tick,
like a bomb set to detonate.
Histamine floods,
blood vessels erupt,
skin flushed, pulses under siege.
My throat seals its barricade.

You seize my breath.

How dare you dictate my life
with your invisible grenade?
You taunt me with may contain,
I strike back, stabbing you with my
adrenaline.
I will seethe from the front line
with my ammunition pen.
You mock, I anticipate.
No surrender.
No retreat.

Now,
let’s dig in.