Euugh 😩 I feel dreadful 🤒Another middle of the night poem. My last resort after meditation, medication, milk and sudoku have failed - one of those usually drains my brain when I'm restless. No trigger warnings today 🤣
I roll over in sweat
Wet on the sheet
The heat of my fever
The sneezer a clue
That it might be the flu
Or maybe hormonal
I’ve considered that too.
My duvet has drifted
Shifted from the corner
The warmer bit covering
The other in the bed
Instead of this
Nose-running,
Pressure-filled head.
One sticky eye, infected
Injected with a slick serum ointment
I need a appointment as
I’m coughing green
I’ve seen it in the sink
With pink hair, falling spare
My age starting to glare
As I stare at my sorry state
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