Experience is knowledge,

my siblings of the scale skin.

Experience is pain,

my siblings of the cracked and dry skin.

A dry riverbed, aching to be quenched

Is this curse called eczema.

Itch, itch.

How amazing to scratch an itch.

No longer parched,

When the river flows crimson.

Pleasure and pain,

become one and the same.

How lucky we are.