It always starts with a sniffle, then the eyes run. The attack is here. It’s 3 a.m. A nightly blast in her body like a bomb going off.
Chemicals she can’t even pronounce take over her early mornings as they secrete their poison. A slow rumble deep in her belly and bones, it begins with an ache and a whimper, and ends with stabbing agony and a muffled scream.