Monday, September 12, 2016

Through the Fog

Three days of fever and chills and before that the fog had already rolled in.

I like my mindspace happy and clear.

When the threads of conversations get snarled in my head

And I can't keep a coherent thought

It is like vertigo.

Balance

And equilibrium

Give way to delirium.

The tickle in my throat turns gritty like sandpaper

That scrapes with every cough.
As the fog lifts,

The sandpaper smoothes to satin and

All is well with the universe again

as I regain awareness of where I am.

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