Oh Father Lord
Please save my soul
I’m the child of your love
Please spare me
Sweat pouring down my forehead
Body shivering like I’m possessed
Cold and hot at the same time
Desperately needing a breath of air
Throat like a rusty water pipe
Ears drumming, humming sounds
Pure terror as I drink my tea
Eyes sandy
Edges burnt
Lips like sandpaper
Stinky smell of drugs
Someone strikes my head
With a hammer
38.7
That’s what the thermometer says
It would’ve been nice
If I broke my hand instead
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
Oh Father Lord
Please save my soul
I’m the child of your love
Please spare me
Sweat pouring down my forehead
Body shivering like I’m possessed
Cold and hot at the same time
Desperately needing a breath of air
Throat like a rusty water pipe
Ears drumming, humming sounds
Pure terror as I drink my tea
Eyes sandy
Edges burnt
Lips like sandpaper
Stinky smell of drugs
Someone strikes my head
With a hammer
38.7
That’s what the thermometer says
It would’ve been nice
If I broke my hand instead
I hate fevers. Wrote this while battling one.
Still think breaking my hand would’ve been easier.
