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.
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One Woman's Quest 