health

Sick

by Amber — January 7, 2013

sick day, woman, sleeping in bed

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

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