SICK

You make me sick

you make me ill

you make me want to vomit all over my shoes

if only to clear myself of the poisons

you’ve pressed into me.

You’ve made me vile and dirty

and dank and dire.

You made me want to die.

And I don’t fully blame you

for I put myself in the position.

I placed myself beneath you

as you coughed a lung

pressed your germish invasion into me

blitzing all my pores

checking me straight into the hospital.

It’s been hell

it’s been horrible

it’s been heinous

and yet

I’d do it all again

and will

the next time you’re sick.

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