Sick

Illness like a mama bear
has accosted me, pulled
me into the darkness
of her hibernation,

the scent of her stagnancy
filling my lungs, suffocating

the sharpness of her claws
puncturing my equilibrium

I am tossed about, battered;
a limp fish in her powerful grip

chilled despite her prickly warmth;
too weak to resist being devoured

praying for sleep to obliterate
the nightmare of this flu.

(Image:  www.science-explorers.net)

 

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