Sick, Sick Puppy

I feel the sickness rising into my throat chocking me...

making it hard to breath...my hands shake...another cough fights its way out of my chest

Tear and rending sensitive flesh that is in the path of it's destruction

My nose reddens... a violent sneeze errupts ...mucous takes up every inch of space

Sweat beeds on my brow...but it is so cold that I cannot stop shivering

I lay, swaddled in blankets praying for death...or heavy medication

 

The Kleenex are strewn around me like a group of ghostly mourners

My teddy bear stares at me with blank, sad eyes as if it is crying over my sickened state

This is Hell

The sickest thing of all is that even this is preferable to Algebra