It begins innocently, just a twitching Behind the tip of my nose I absently rub it away Still present in our conversation.
The sensation grows into a relentless itching Unleashed upon the roof of my mouth. I chastise the insolent itch with my tongue And return to our earlier discussion.
A sudden complete blank, I can only anticipate in futility Waiting at the edge of my breath, i wonder 'Is this it?', as I wait for it to take over But it subsides just as quick, leaving me gasping for air.
Tears come to my eyes, I feel it return again And the unholy violence held in that second Makes me heave and convulse momentarily As my body betrays me to a more primal instinct.
Its over, I look up to see A grimace and my sneeze plastered across your face "Excuse me", I mumble shamefully "Bless you", you mutter behind your tissue.
After a particularly unproductive day, largely spent sneezing, I just had to write a piece on it :P