I’m dying.

Let’s talk about everything
that is going wrong.

just let me
wipe the blood
from my mouth
and try to stop coughing and shaking.

Oh please, yes
just look past the open sores
here and there

and pardon me while i
go vomit blood
for the third time today.

You’ll have to forgive me,
i would hold up my head to talk to you
but see, my muscles are so sore
that if I lift it, I might faint from the pain.

I’m sorry I can’t open my eyes
while I am talking to you-
these migranes make everything but complete darkness
sheer agony.

I beg your pardon, but I must sit down.
I think i’m going to
fain-

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