Season of Sickness

Jay Reyes

A season of Fall, a season of green falling, a season of green turning,
a season of harvest, a season of the start of winter, a season of spread,
a season of sickness, passed on by mother nature to the all-once immune.

The mouth opens. Inhale and exhale. The head aches bad.

Eyes barely open, legs barely stand, body can barely work, mind can barely focus.

The mind wants to rest, the head wants rest, the body wants rest, the body needs rest,
the body wants to fall off the tree, needs to fall to bed, needs eyes zipped shut,
needs mouth shut, needs to be inside to not spread.

Sickness spreads outside, but sickness spreads not inside. Inside is safe.
Inside is blocked. Inside is where sickness does not spread.

Sick no more, but smell no more, taste no more, cough all more.

Smell no good, smell no bad, smell all blocked, smell locked like a door closed shut.

Food tastes bland, food tastes not sweet, food tastes no treats,
food face forwards cough. Cough all high, caught a tough time, caught a bad time