SICK
Cement
Eyes so heavy
Can’t lift to open
Must be glue
Body
You’re there
Dragging me down
Slowly
Brain
Questionable
Must be someone else’s
Because I can’t recall my name
Words filter through
I hear them
They make sense
But don’t stick
After that, who knows where they go
My strength has failed me
I am a puddle of ick
In a sea of crumble tissue
Save yourselves, it’s too late for me
I have drown in ginger ale and Jell-o
Using saltines as my only life raft
I have not seen day light, in days
Or perhaps it doesn’t want to see me
I shiver
I sweat
I double over in pain
I slip quietly through
Thankful for my pillow
Wishing for an end
Image credit: Laura Taylor
