Winter Cold.
I’m breathless,
numb.
I feel like a bunch of cotton balls
the size of rams
have been shoved up my nose.
Everything feels forgotten,
vague.
At least,
I want it to be,
but just for today,
or the day after that.
Depends when I get better.
I’m breathless,
numb.
I feel like a bunch of cotton balls
the size of rams
have been shoved up my nose.
Everything feels forgotten,
vague.
At least,
I want it to be,
but just for today,
or the day after that.
Depends when I get better.