It consumes you.
It swallows you
Whole like
The atmosphere
Around
Us.
It turns on
Your personal
Heater and
Burns and
Takes over
Your body.
You can't escape
The wrath of
It.
You lie there
Sweating on your
Palms as you
Try to fan yourself
To no
Avail.
You try to fight,
But it
Always
Wins.
You lay a cold
Substance on
Your sweltering
Flesh and it
Relieves the
Fire on you.
But only
For a
Few
Seconds.
Fevers swallow you
Like a
Pill.
Burning you
Alive in
Your own
Body.
YOU ARE READING
Hands covered in paint.
RandomDip your hands into multicolored paint and write the words with your fingertips. (I don't know what I'm doing. I guess this poetry stuff. Leave good things! ~Windy)
