Sick Poetry

$!*# *beeeeep*

I can’t sleep. [Husband can’t sleep].

Nothing sounds good to eat.

My ears are clogged

Fluids, Fluids, Fluids

My entire body is waterlogged.

I have bronchitis. I’m slightly dizzy.

My bed’s the only place I feel cozy.

What I’d give to stop hacking…

Eff my life, man

I hope I’m not dying.

Me.
Me.

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