Fever Snips

Cobwebs for eyes and a cotton ball tongue. I can't see what everyone else does and even if I did, how could I tell you it hurts? No one ever expected my buried body to climb back out of the grave I dug for myself. No one ever expected my blackened lungs to draw breath again, to breathe the air that smothered me. Twisted claws gnashing teeth slimy scales And when I wake up I finally see that the nightmare was always me.

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