The Cruel rise of the Sun

Published November 10, 2024 |

Breathe for Oxygen’s sweet carress through a hollow sinus its hallowed chambers sacrosanct; that no medicine, no pills, can absolve To instead pray, i pray

That, and The itch in my throat Just meatbags, liquid and air

Why does it constrict and bind me so, to what end does this serve?

Fatigue and all, I can understand but the stuffed up nose, I do not comprehend

Powerless, I rage, in delirium a fever in both illness and feeling into the never-ending night til my breath silences and cools. and the cruel rise of the sun

Background: caught a cold and stuffy nose, Nov 2024