Good morning, Cyberspace! Something rather fascinating and unexpected happened to me this past week.
I died.
Literally. I caught a flu and a cold at the exact same time, and I died. If you can imagine being clobbered in the stomach by Dominick the Italian Christmas Donkey and then shoved off a 40,000 foot precipice, only to land in a pile of mucus and chest congestion, then you can understand about 20% of how I felt over the weekend.
You might also understand, perhaps, why it is that I don’t really feel like putting a lot of effort into a blog post this week. (Note the unprofessionalism of the header image [and the pale, undead complexion of my skin fibers])
So, instead of ripping what’s left of my brain out trying to come up with something to write in one night, I would very much like to share with you another poem I wrote a couple weeks ago instead. This poem is a little bit different than the last one, but it’s still a poem that I am rather fond of. It’s free-verse, though, so it isn’t going to rhyme. It might take a couple verses to get accustomed to the weird un-rhymey-ness of it all, but I believe that this poem will help all of us–both the ill and those exuberating health–find the awful flu/cold/mucus globular thing in our noses a little bit more relatable.
You’re welcome.
A Virus! A Virus!
The leaves are dry.
The air is crisp.
The earth is turning brown.
And in the air
A gentle nip
As summer says goodbye.
I loathe the days
Of warmth and light,
When concrete burns like ash.
With boiling suns
And shriveling heat,
And death ‘round every bend.
I much prefer
When days are cool,
And skin’s chaffed raw by wind.
When windows rattle
In their frames,
And cold shivers inside.
I ride upon
That freezing wind
And latch onto your skin,
And worm my way
Up to your nose
To wriggle on inside.
It’s warm and damp
And moist in here—
A jungle in a cove.
Each brush of air,
Each breath we share,
Makes me feel more at home.
That’s all I want—
That’s all I need—
A place where I belong.
I’m very small.
I’m minuscule.
You’ll never know I’m here.
But then it starts—
It always does.
Your nose begins to twitch.
A sneeze or two,
A drip of green
Mucus at the tip.
I burrow deeper
Down inside
And pray the illness pass.
There has to be
Another cause.
It can’t be me again.
But then congestion
Settles in,
And you can barely breathe.
You sneeze and sniff
And hack out large
Quivering globs of yellow-green.
Prickly spider,
Veins of fire,
Curling up your throat.
Raw and flamed,
Cracked and dry,
The symptoms soon explode.
I tried so hard
This time, I swear.
I don’t know what went wrong.
It seems no matter
Where I go,
This sickness tags behind.
“A cold,” you say.
“A bug. A flu.”
You speak it with such hate.
And do everything
Within your power
To kill what’s left of me.
A virus.
Such a nasty name.
Yet that’s all I am to you.
An intruder in
A sacred place,
Coursing sickness through your veins.
A virus. A virus.
I’m starting to feel weak
From pills of lemon,
Pills of blue,
And rocks of orange zinc.
A virus. A virus.
I guess the name rings true.
And now that you’ve
Betrayed my trust,
That’s all I’ll ever be.
I loved it, Kenzie. You truly have a gift for writing poetry. It didn’t rhyme but somehow seemed like it did, it had such great rhythm! Also I am THE SAD that you haveshaves been sick!!! That is the worst! :( *sends happy things like cookies and tea and coziness and books* *also hugs you* *because that always makes me feel better when I’m sick* If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t been feeling too hot lately either… HERE’S TO HOPING WE BOTH GET BACK TO OUR WORLD-CONQUERING AWESOME SELVES SOON!!!
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Awww!!!!!! You just totally made me the happiest bean in the world!!!! :D *eats cookies and drinks tea and smells the books* Aww!!! *hugs back* I definitely feel better now!!! :D And oh no!!!! *hugs* I hope we get to feeling better soon, too! It is near impossible to conquer the world when we are ill. The world survives today, but it shall most definitely end tomorrow!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA–HACK!!!
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This is true. As soon as we are well, the earth shall continue to feel our wrath!!! *brandishes hanky threateningly*
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I think I literally died at the brandished hanky, bahahahahahahahaha!!!
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Ack! Don’t die! That was not my intent (OR MAYBE IT WAS MUAHAHAHAHA)!
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Haha! This is the best poem EVER!!!
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Why, thank you!!! :D
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That was a fun poem, and I like the little drawing at the top. I’m not sure if I prefer free verse or rhyming when reading a poem, but I’m more likely to write a free verse poem.
Get well soon!
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Aw, thank you SO much!!! Yeah, free-verse is a little bit difficult to read/write for me sometimes. I find myself trying to rhyme everything, even though I’m trying to write it free-verse, haha!
Oh my word, thank you!!! I had fun drawing the virus. I even kept it, haha! Aw, thanks! I’m feeling a lot better now, so that’s a plus!
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I love this poem! And I love the drawing. :D I hope you’re over your cold, and if not, feel better soon! *hands you tissues, tea and books*
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Aww! Thank you!!! Haha, the drawing was super fun to do! I think I’m going to start doing similar things with other posts. Not necessarily masterpiece sketches, but more like cartoony things.
I am actually feeling a LOT better! Awww!!! Thank you!!!!!!
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