life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

is there a hatchet in my forehead?

I have a sore

My throat

I have an ache

My head

I have a strain

My eye

I have a chill

My body

I, resist

And sang with them

I am heading to

My brain

As I think


It smells like


But melts like


Feels cold like

Blue ice

My lips are pale


Wild like honey

On a caramelized


Sweet red pepper, I

Disguised like roses

In the garden

You pricked me


Flavored pain

As I feel

I have warmth

My forehead

I have flu

To bed

Flu by Nanette Villanueva

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