As the rashes itch,
and the fever flows,
I shudder.
As my hair falls out,
and the sore puss about,
I shudder.
As the moans turn to groans,
and my head wants to implode,
I shudder.
As death arrives,
and my mama starts to cry,
I shudder.
As the last shudder leaps,
and she falls to a heap,
I die.