The head thunders in a stormy cloud
The nose was long gone and dysfunctional
The mouth fills in the mould with oxygen

The body has caught a dreaded fever
It chills and trembles at the night's cast
as the eyes flow with wavering rivers

The lymph nodes have gone for a rampage
Lumps on the tonsils with unbeatable abscess
It's been two nights since I was possessed

Now the hearing gone and echoey ears persist
I can't quite dance to the bird's chirping
Neither walk balanced on the dizzy spells

Rough as a scrambled sack awaiting reuse
Unpressured on all angles straggering on corners
Ohh sweet heavens what broth can soothe!