blebs

i'm possessed. i look at my skin and i see blotches. blebs. a tiny red dot i spot first. i think nothing of it. it starts to grow and stretch my skin and inflate like an angry balloon. the new tiny red dot neighboring it suddenly bumps it and they merge and inflate even more and suddenly the conglomeration of red dots have taken over and united into one monstrous entity that is infiltrating my body like an alien. i am an alien. i know how the elephant man felt. i have no control and i, yes i, am scared. it keeps coming back. i can see them now forging their path along my skin trying to find each other like long-lost lovers that are monstrous nonetheless. and i see them forming the big evil One. i check the inside of my mouth and my tongue. nothing there yet. if i see the red dot in my mouth i think i will scream. i pop another benadryl. until when. go see the doctor they say. he says. i hate doctors. they will poke me everywhere and inject my own blood into my skin and still they will have no answer. maybe tomorrow.
i told them i'm allergic to church in a cool conspirational moment. well maybe the church is allergic to me. or is it something in the air. i see another one grow now but they have become more subdued like a people on opium or patients under anesthesia.
i do it to people all the time. don't think twice. subdue them under the influence of the white coat. scowl at them for not coming to see me. i would hate to have me as a doctor. i think. the benadryl is kicking in and i no longer burn but i still look like an alien or rather like a boiling pot of stewed tomatoes. it is my own body fighting my own body. and i am watching it. until when?
i want to scratch but i will not because i want to resist the body snatcher. i will prevail in spirit and let my body mount its own revolution. and i want my skin back, please.