Disarray

Isn’t it funny how the slightest tremor can throw us into disarray, a shiver a choke, a cough, hack Invasion Until I’m heaving in bed spewing sputum and gagging on phlegm And suddenly it’s not so funny anymore And isn’t it funny how we never realize how delicate we are that fragility until it’s too…

Expulsion

There are few things as uncomfortable as cramps. Yes, I often think when I’m sick that my dry, scratchy throat is the bane of my existence or the pollen season’s “gift” of itchy eyes is the worst, but I don’t think either of them can compare to the sheer agony in the moment of a…