Flu

The jagged ends of bitter truth, between a pill of medicine and waking dreams
soreness left by mistakes of yesterday, with no positive retakes for today
lights, camera, inaction, abandoned by a trail of voice unsaid

shrill bites, nagging hurt through the ears it rings, gulping is a mission
tortures are talks, skin like paper, tongue a wad of cotton and water is misery
bones creaking in the silence of red insides

inflamed within, the marrow bubbling over in a lethargic contempt
wits at an end, bed is paradise

ulcerated presence of microscopic specter in a smooth coating of gullet amphitheater
unseen lanista exacting revenge in rented out jabs of pin prick needles

spine like hinges of unused temples rusted and creaking, in a mesh of tender tissue
erratic nerves bound to chafe demigods, numbed or hyper sensitive

paroxysms of discomforting spasms, swallowing akin to vein slits

haunting itch of miserable discomfort in body mirage, ear drums begging lacerations
gelatinous mess of ball & socket, gummy sternum

afflicted by irritation in a chorus of restless infection.