fever.

the room is spinning around me

but i lay very still...

my body trembles from the absence.

your love.

the lie.

i close the car door...

hope no one hears my screams...

my scarf muffles each violent exhale of grief

each desperate gasp for life.

i wince from the pain.

funny how i feel most like myself...

hurt.

by myself.

i feel alive.

i feel things.

i feel everything.

except the lie.