I've walked into a tunnel. Following coats, Dragging behind in Abandon The light is slitted The shape above is Too Close to my head. The sharp, Undecided angles bother me And a nervous twitch begins.
I imagine it like a funnel, Sorting population To pass through in Close quarters, Contact guaranteed.
I sneeze And cough. My fever smolders Making my skin chill, And the thought of disease Enters, and crowds with me, Suffocating me to one side- But not too close- Don't touch anything. Fear grows. I am already sick But I could get sicker.
Conspiracy drips over my thoughts, My fever leaving the normal functioning funnel In my mind To be burned away- materializing in the city- Around me. My thoughts bunch In clusters And pass all at once, Leaving waves of nausea And claustrophobia As I continue through the tunnel, Paranoia worsening my symptoms By the step.
Was very sick yesterday and foolishly made the mistake of busing into the city instead of going to school.