Internal monologue on repeat.
Flashes of words, sounds
phrases and conversations
I’ve had and not had.
Dark down beneath the covers
legs twitch, stomach churns.
Hot cold, cold hot.
Over and over and over again.
I’m tired, so tired
of the thoughts and feelings
I don’t recognise when it’s light.
The darkness pulls me into this.
No comfort or control
of mind, body and soul.
I turn over, start anew.
The thoughts continue.
Time goes by so slowly
as the sickness pulls me down.
Dark beneath the covers.
Hot sweats, freezing cold.
Days and days pass like this.
Fever grips me anew.
My mind on fire.
Anxiously mired.
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