Thursday, 12 December 2013


Blurry eyes weeping;
And noses running to tell tales
In their sneezing.

Dry throats scratch and catch in the night
Cough not carrying you off
But down,
In a marrying of mucous and despair.

Pounding head and water steaming
For lemon and ginger hot
And in your hand a tissue full of snot.

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