(no subject)
After calling in to work this morning as I was falling asleep again I started to write things in my head. damn some of them are completely stupid, I might just have to start writing them down.
Sand behind my eyelids,
scratching my already dry eyeballs.
A fire in my throat,
growing hotter with every breath,
the inferno rages on.
A tiny construction crew sets to work
in a space between my temples.
A thousand jackhammers hammering away,
on a large portion of my brain.
My voice cracks as I croak for help,
no one is there.
A cup of tea?
Only if I can move to get it myself.
Call work, "I can't make it today..."
"You sound horrible! go back to bed."
Maybe I will,
If I can extinguish the fire
that lingers in my sick body.
Ok. Enough of that. That was my morning. I still feel like shit but what else can I do? I've survived on tea with honey all day. Nothing has touched my headache and I am out of Sucrets. Damn, Maybe I'll just crawl back in to bed. Obviously there is nothing here that will comfort me
Sand behind my eyelids,
scratching my already dry eyeballs.
A fire in my throat,
growing hotter with every breath,
the inferno rages on.
A tiny construction crew sets to work
in a space between my temples.
A thousand jackhammers hammering away,
on a large portion of my brain.
My voice cracks as I croak for help,
no one is there.
A cup of tea?
Only if I can move to get it myself.
Call work, "I can't make it today..."
"You sound horrible! go back to bed."
Maybe I will,
If I can extinguish the fire
that lingers in my sick body.
Ok. Enough of that. That was my morning. I still feel like shit but what else can I do? I've survived on tea with honey all day. Nothing has touched my headache and I am out of Sucrets. Damn, Maybe I'll just crawl back in to bed. Obviously there is nothing here that will comfort me