she spends too much time with small children

 

 

 

 

 

 

a fountain for a nose and a geyser for a mouth,

a river of slime running down her throat,

sweat-encrusted blankets, greasy hair,

aching, boulder-heavy limbs wrapped tight.

 

a stench from the splattered bucket,

and from the crumpled, whimpering form on the bed.

 

life-altering wet coughs splatter onto fabrics,

the red glow of time obscured by sticky tissues,

a neon pink pulse, just as bright, emits from her nose.

 

that poor, wretched, fevered being.  so sick.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Nobody.]

yeah....icky. Kids always have some sort of virus or flu they're passing around. YUCK! Great descriptive language throughout this piece...really grossed me out! Good job! Cheers!

[Cocoacandy]

wow... i can really tell that you hate being sick... lol get well soon dear...
*cocoabean*