Tea just isn't hot enough
or strong enough this week
and the hospital isn't an option
this time around the bend.
So instead I've made friends
with the sheets of my bed
and hot water, lemon,
and a few drops of honey
to get through work
before coming home
to die again.
Well, maybe, death's not
the real answer, it's just
when you're as sickless
as me, and you're coughing
up more mucus than your
tiny little body should
be able to hold
every single moment
feels like you're
fighting for breath.
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