Why do I reach for the epipen every time I see you again?
These rashes you give can’t be right, but it happens every time on sight.
The tightness in my throat, the sweating of my palms, you’re a Crunchy Nut Cornflake hidden in the cereal box without qualms.
You make my teeth itch.
You make my eyes scratch.
You enlarge my thyroid.
My auto-immune system no longer recognises you and it’s killing me.