Saturday, April 11, 2009

Morbis and contigo

This cough rattles around in my chest, tearing at my lungs and suffocating my breath.

My forehead burns with sweat and beads of worry drip off my chin. How can I work when I want to die? How can I be productive when I can't even catch my own breath?

I cough germs and moist disease onto my palms. Everything I touch drips with illness. It follows me around, like a big cloud of gross.


Someone please disinfect me.

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