The Death Of Sickness

I was sick the other day.
You remember…
just sick.

My body was tired and achy
shoulders holding stress and pain
just feeling low and sick.

Normal sick.

But I couldn’t let it be normal.
I couldn’t let it be normal
And neither can you!

COOOOOVVVIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDD

My mind screamed, there were no words but I know that’s what my mind was screaming.

DEAAAAAATHHHHHHHH

Was the meaning.

I need medicine.
I need tests.
I need boxes
of cardboard and plastic
and microbes
and anti-microbes
and protection
and detection
no reflection.

Just medical trauma
White walled corridors
white lab jackets
needles and masks
needles and masks
don’t breath
don’t spread
don’t wipe the sweat
from your head
when you’re playing
the game

MASK UP
FOR SHAME.
FOR SHAME!

I was sick the other day.
Normal sick.
I had a cold.
I had a stomach ache.
My head aches.
I drank juice
had soup
and hot tea
with lemon and honey
and a soft human touch
across my head.

A kiss on the cheek
a warm body.

I was sick the other day
and I forgot how to do it.

I forgot

because can you can’t be sick anymore.

You can’t be sick.
There’s no more sick
and
If there’s no more sick…

Do you know how that ends?