The Odyssey of Lupus

It begins with a blush,the kind that doesn’t vanish,even with sadnessor the hush of immune calmers.  then, it upscalesinto a flash of lightning,stabbing the skies with boltsof redness and irritation,making the body a slow, feralpoison unto its own beauty until all the cells, all the pillars that hold the fortall zones and hopes are friedand the bored earth is forcedout of pity and derisionto eat cold dinner at breakfast.