The Fever
Like a
phantom in the depth of night
It creeps
up on you
Taps you
on the shoulder
Takes a
bite
You wonder
at the sudden chill
The sweat
that crawls over you
Like a
swarm of microscopic things
Like the
warning you never saw
Before it
was past too late
You’ve
heard that taste and smell
Are dulled
by the viral beast
You sniff the
air
Nothing
Sniff the
sheet
Fear grips
you from the inside
Leaves you
paralyzed
Staring
like a fool
Into
faraway empty skies
You don’t
rush to the kitchen
You don’t
take the test tonight
What
if? What if?
You wait
You take
your time
You think
You
prepare your mind
Eyes wide
shut
Brain
closed tight
Tension
builds till morning light
Coffee
never tasted so sweet
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