Pneumonia
I am drowning in the thick slime left by slugs, feeling its cold mucous filling my lungs. My gurgling breath plopping in my ears like boiling mud. My every movement straining my body to the point of pain and my mind to exhaustion. I struggle to free myself of this trap, coughing and choking. I am dying and wish it over already. Around me others see my dilemma’s effects but not its cause. They fall back from me as if diseased and dying, fearful that I might spread my punishment upon them. A punishment given in the form of false finger pointing, egos, and selfishness brought to me by others. A punishment inflicted by dealing with the devil and sealing it with a sexual like kiss so that I could regain my footing from this external onslaught. A kiss of death if left unchecked. So I lay here wishing for that promised death only to find lingering life. In time its poison will run its course and my punishment will end. But for today still do I suffer with no end in sight.