Fever
I lie in bed
let the fever take me where it may
interpret the paisley pattern on the sheets
the way the lumps in the duvet
forms faces that change
as I smush them about
On the ceiling the cracks
tell stories
that fall into my dreams
singular actually one dream
stuck on repeat
I'm drawing on the chalkboard
I don't know the answer
the teacher is waiting
no one is allowed to help
no one is here to save me
I don't even remember the question
2 comments:
this is how i feel today... so sick i lost my voice.
Yah, sicky sucks, but makes for interesting visions...
My special combo (C+echinacea+zinc+affirmations) is kicking ass though. Should be top-notch by tomorrow.
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