The Difference a Fever Makes


101.9 was the beginning..
The feeling in my chest
Of the eruption of the
Demon taking residence.
The burning of my throat
It is sitting on me..
It has Scythes for nails
Twisting into delicate tissue
And I catch a precious breath
I can’t control this thing.
And then comes churning fear
That is keeping me quiet.
As people have said
“It’s not that serious.”
So I don’t say when it climbs:
The temp. The fear. The demon
Ravaging my body.
I only monitor each breath
Like a new mother does
Her newborn.
And hope that my
Death Certificate isn’t being

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