poetry
I was read a fantasy novel where a man was transported to another world when he had an epileptic seizure, and only came back when it was over. I was interested in how people who have epilepsy actually feel when the seizure is happening.
The epileptic (1994)
Stepped from the step
onto the grass I touched
I stepped again one fatal step
my mind was racked
I did not mind.
Welcoming pain pain is welcoming and
I fell down on
the grass green grass
and fell fell I hit my head hit and
hit it did
I did not fell it I was
accustomed
to feeling not feeling while people looked.
Help they helped note
I shuddered
once but I shudder no more
and froth my mouth does not froth
but people look for froth.
When it is over over again I get up
people have gone they look no more
no more they look
and I am fine while they are not.