the sniffles

*sniffs*

I'm here

i probably shouldn't be,

but i'm here nonetheless

feverous dreams haunt my memory

the shivers and shakes wait to pounce

all while *sniff* my nose becomes Niagra Falls

i cannot hear anything that you say to me

so use your body language, for goodness sake.

i am clogged up

"croaky" if you will,

and would much rather be in bed.

*sniff*

i am high on sugar

of course

as the throat soothers can only be made to taste sweet

so the feeling of numbness can overcome my burning throat.

too many scorching teas have been drunk

but the pain blocks out my sniffles

*sniff*

again,

bed is the place i'd rather be -

instead of here

surrounded by...you.

the ones who probably gave me this

who forced the pathogens into my bloodstream

and have been ignoring the ongoing fatigue

*sniff*

no i am not crying.

my face is red and puffy, however -

and i am aware that it is Halloween.

so let the ghosts and ghouls try to stop me

when i run at them with a rusty old stake

*sniff*

the sniffles may weaken me

but here i am no matter what

except for yesterday when the heavy chains along my limbs

forced me to remain home

and cared for

(what a tragedy!)

*sniff*

so happy Halloween

to all those who celebrate it

*sniff*

and take one final request from my sick and tired self:

let me sleeeeeeep!

-

fin.

(i am sick. i am tired. and yet i am working. i took a day off but there is so much to do and so little time and *sniff* you get the idea)