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Off to germ fest 3000

December 22, 2015 by the optimistic pessimist

Off to germ fest 3000 On the plague train Piddly packet tissues Abandoned for whole rolls Snot rags piled up Like snow drift Miss how things taste Miss effortless breathing Skin abandons the face Red scrunch paper hands Tissue head Tissue skin Tissue stuffing spills out.   © Jennifer Winterburn Advertisements

Posted in Poetry | Tagged cold, Germs, illness, poem, Poetry, Sick, silly, tissue | 1 Comment

Sick

September 18, 2013 by the optimistic pessimist

Blind white blackness Mind body soul oppress Floating haze of gnarled broken Scream cry agony unspoken Steaming sweating seething Sharp soft sharp sting Eyes roll World scroll Tongue lashed Brain smashed.   © Jennifer Winterburn

Posted in Poetry | Tagged distraction, pain, poorly, Sick | 4 Comments

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