Sunday, November 26, 2023

The Flu

 Your presence gave me chills on Sunday. 

By Monday my body ached from your grip.


On Tuesday you had me in your death roll. 


On Wednesday I pulled myself up off the floor and hit you with the doctor’s best shot.


I out ran you on Thursday but on Friday I succumb to exhaustion from the battle. 


Now it is Saturday and I can feel your grip weakening.


Sunday has arrived and you are still hanging on. 


Come Monday, it will be alright. I will have spent seven days in a haze and I will not want you by my side.

 

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