Fuck you chocolate

The uncomfortable sensation of wanting nothing else but tear of your own skin from the agonizing itch in and on every bit of you that it’s made contact. Enflamed and pounding bumps throbbing with the slowing of your pulse, tingling as you struggle to find help. Becoming progressively more irritated with the never ending mental struggle to continue to breathe and live, you look for any sign of a familiar face anywhere in the crowd. But because your face and throat start swelling to twice even three times their size, the accumulation of liquid under your skin forces your eyelids to shut and flow in rivers of endless maddening tears, making your efforts unsuccessful within the first couple of minutes. As your head begins to feel weightless and empty of any intellectual thoughts, faintness overcomes your body in a slow flushing wave of impending death, and you fall to your knees. Your labored breathing from your closing and restricted airways causes you to grow tired and numb, affecting your natural ability to will yourself to live, only making it that much harder when you start being yanked up back onto unstable feet. Confusion of where, who or what is going on no longer matters as you drift further and further into peaceful, careless unconsciousness. Floating in and out sluggishly from reality, you analyze your prior actions to the incident only to realize all your misery was caused by you. Your own carelessness by leaving that lifesaving EpiPen at home in the medicine cabinet was all your own fault. Sloppily forgetting your phone and purse in the car preventing the paramedics from providing you with lifesaving care and causing a stranger to jab on the outside of your thigh with their own anaphylactic shock emergency care. Lastly your lack of awareness of your surroundings causes you to separate from your family and friends, and unthinkingly to consume to first thing handed to you by a sketchy vender in the flea market. As the ambulance increases speed toward the hospital, you get jostled softly and become aware that the effects of the EpiPen are working and whisper to yourself, “Fuck you chocolate.”