THE RETURN OF A HERX -Poem

As I lay down on my bed and stretch my feet
hoping that tonight I'll get some sleep
I feel the fever coming, grabbing my ankles,
climbing through my calves. It rankles,
it burns, stings, it twitches and hurts.
I never invited this type of flirts
nor thought I'll have a romance;
to be honest, I never liked this dance.
These are only a few of the Lyme perks,
by the looks of it, it's the return of a herx.

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