so i rush to heal my heart of all i kept close to my breast a keepsake of my forgotten youth… i set it free. 12.11.17
day 344
with steam and spice i heal my head, flush the cold, the sick inside; still i move slightly slow, sound is muffled, light is dimmed. 12.10.17
day 343
clutch of cold fills my head feel its shiver slide down my spine gasp for air when there’s plenty but its chill slows my breath, body tightens to keep it warm stride is shortened yet still i go 12.9.17
day 342
my bed is the open arms of a long lost love, ready to caress me as if no time has passed… 12.8.17
day 341
when i am near return to the home i yearn for, i flood like the river who teased with overflow for too long… bringing the sickness i fear will take hold. 12.7.17
Leave a Comment