Nov 2012
Bed-ridden
with a grotesque taste
of mucus in my mouth.
Head hidden
beneath a wall of tissue.
I can't seem to clear my nose.
Aspirin given
in increments of 2x4.
My head is still pounding.
Fresh air forbidden.
I'm too weak to stand.
I'm too sick to think.
with a grotesque taste
of mucus in my mouth.
Head hidden
beneath a wall of tissue.
I can't seem to clear my nose.
Aspirin given
in increments of 2x4.
My head is still pounding.
Fresh air forbidden.
I'm too weak to stand.
I'm too sick to think.
© November 21st, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
