sick day
taking the day off because i’m sick
not coughing, vomiting sick
but bed ridden
eyes crusty with salty tears
face red, splotchy and puffy
kind of sick
sick of people
sick of moving
sick of walking
sick of talking
kind of sick
the kind of sickness that consumes your brain, instead of your body
it’s grip so strong there will be lacerations on your brain forever
so infected hope losses meaning
and the world is nothing but another space filled with people
kind of sick
so sick i almost accept my selfishness
so sick i think, really think, for moment i could do it
so sick as i gaze at the scissors sitting on my side table
so sick i seriously considering grabbing them
kind of sick