Nasal discharge
is carelessly swiped away
on my wrist
It’s sort of gross
but I can’t reach the Kleenex
and you know
deep down
more than allergies
I suffer from laziness
and besides
I’m tired
Bad posture
he says
but he knows
the weight in my chest
bends me downward
like ice on worn-out
and weary trees
He’s right
though
My pounding heart
is not easily ignored
when watching shows about death
People die naturally
of unnatural causes
everyday
and I know
I will be one of the sad
taken somewhere I don’t want to go
too soon
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