sickness is misery. the color of despair, go-make-me-die,and i wish i were dead disgust. it is the color of infected phlegm.

i sniff and cough and try to inhale without feelnig as if im breathing in hot ash. doesnt work. maybe the dust of the city doesnt agree with me- im sure it doesnt- becasue since ive come here ive downed endless bottles of cogh syrp, scalded my nostrils taking steam and rubbed pot pon pot of viks on me.

i wish i were back in a damp place again..breathing was such an agreeable activity there