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Thursday, November 7, 2013

Under The Wire.

It's coming.

It's all I can do to not fall asleep whenever I come to a standstill.

Everything is tasteless and nothing sounds good. I'm forcing myself to eat, then to endure the twisting of my insides as it attempts to digest anything.

My head is pounding, my mouth is dry, my body aches.

And tonight, tonight I craved the food I only eat after major illness or medical intervention.

It is taking all of my human strength to fight this by power of listening to my body and sheer denial in equal measure, but I fear.

I fear the season of illness is upon us. Impending, waiting for the least opportune moment to strike.

Hopefully I won't have any zombie hallucinations this time.

nablopomo 2013 via yeahwrite.me


nablopomo 2013 via blogher.com