Virus

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 20, 2018

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It began. An itch with an ache just at the nape of my neck. Then the shakes. And I convulsed- jerked. Teeth all a-chatter. Not cold, but burning, with my stomach churning. I cried out but the fan was blowing and no one was knowing my pain. I rolled out of bed- an ache in my head- and I crawled. Finding the wash room, I collapsed in the tub. My limbs quit working, all the while hurting. I stripped off my clothing to ease the constricting. I heard my mother come in and she saw me. All naked and retching. Pathetic and crying. She washed me and pet me, and put me to bed. "I'm sick" I mumbled. "I'm sorry" she said.


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