Spring Cold

Life blows blurry

bleary and a fog,

ripped dripping

fliffing on a hot

cup tea held,

coughing in my words

and sniffling

scratchy in my throat

like blanket wrapped all ‘round

shoulders as, clearing throat,

shiver in the summer


I hate colds.

Photo by Lisa Hobbs on Unsplash

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