Sickness surrounds me
I can feel the germs penetrating inside me and exploding
Leaving evidence ...
drip dripping out of me I was as the disease leaves my body and I am cleansed I am new
I am invigorated by what I see in that sick infused room
I am left with a softness as I watch a father holding his new baby in one hand and how you watched with such awe maybe one day I will mother your children you will look at me with more starry filled eyes than now
I heard a teenage girl argue with her mom about a name for her new sibling
This poem is really bad but I’m sick and there’s so much health within me