NaPoWriMo 2017 - Day 25
Shit Disease
I have Shit Disease
I’m dying
there is nothing anyone can do
Run away and save yourselves
for the flies have come for me
Coughing Sneezing
Oozing Wheezing
That’s all she wrote
It’s not to be
for the flies have come for me
A box of tissues
Robitussin
chicken soup and
herbal tea
None of it will be enough
for the flies have come for me
My body doesn’t work
My face is falling off
my voice sold
to an underwater octopus lady
It ends with a whimper and a cough
for the flies have come for me
It was nice knowing you all
before my fall
But now I’m sick
and that is it
for the flies have come for me