Maybe this fever is a way of my body praying
Or repenting or cleansing
Or maybe it has clashed with the soul beyond repair
Maybe these aches are accountability to what I put this body through
How I abused its health
And pushed its boundaries
Or maybe it is the birth of death
And my body has begun revolting in fear
Of returning to its creator
All used and broken
Worn and torn
Would he give me a refund and let me try again?
Perhaps when this fever is over
I'll be better