Tiny Write by Adalia Kruk, March 10 2026

I wrote this about my chronic illness but I feel it should be longer so yea I'm trying to think of ideas but I have none.

I feel death on my door

Each day when I wake,

I’m afraid

And I lay 

In my warm soft bed,

While my nerves explode my legs

And you still refuse to say

“ I get it, you're in pain."