A concert in my brain

The voices in my head,

decided to make it rain

Pop bottles

Bottoms up

Loud and nasty

On the outside

Running nose,

Poor swollen feet

Who knows?

an interesting feat


High fever

I wasn't a believer

"This cant be real"

Must be an excerpt from a parallel world

Overdosing on painkillers

Reflecting on mirrors

Inducing anti histamine

Is this what has become of me?

Is this how it will be?

Dry cough

My morning coffee?

Flat and tacky

I was unhappy



Sore throat

Show boat

Sneezing like a nigga with allergies

I have to stay away from all my Gs

Even if i wanted

I couldn't smell

I couldn't tell what the Rock was cooking

I wasn't puking

I shrug

My lungs shrunk

Struggling for air

"This is it."


Dear Lord

If you are listening

Save me from this sick I'm in

I swear i will remove my mask

And start wearing a mask

Oh and sanitize.

Please!

Please..


About author

Teride Minde

A writer with thoughts like a beetle coupled with the tenacity of a squirrel.





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