The Fever

The virus spreads throughout the air
consuming all that breath the death.
Temperatures rise as your body sets on
fire; your body aches as it’s crushed by
a thousand anvils.

 

Images not there overtake your mind
as the world spins vigorously, but you’re
standing still. A hundred hammers pound
at your head as darkness slowly eats you
away.

 

Too much to bear you reach for the bottle;
soon you’re floating on the clouds. The devils
come and pull at your eyelids; You fall and
slip away.