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The Aftermath
I have coughed out all my bile
A hollowness left behind
As the melancholy is wheezed out
I see the sunrise for the first time in a week
A morning I remember seeing in a dream
It smells like laundry and the windows are slightly frosted
In the wake of a sickness
I croak with the birds to welcome the sun
Published 24th Dec 2024
Author's Note
I got Covid, I had literal fever dreams and woke up wailing and coughing. It sucked pretty hard (excuse my poor wording but I cannot describe it any other way). This is the first morning I felt better, a respite so welcome it inspired a pit of immense joy to burrow in my gut (or maybe it’s sleep deprivation, they feel so similar). Anyway, the morning is here again!
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24th Dec 2024 7:02pm
