Stuck inside this tissue box a suffocating space
denying me the right to cure my sickness of the day.
I realize there's no time to waste
but a tissue cannot help me when the problem's not my face.
I drip a sickness so gripping from my pores
it aches to breathe a lung so coarse
scraping scratching h2o
refreshing not a single soul
a final breath I take in case
this tissue box gives me away