Punished (223/365)
February5
A tickle in the throat
That’s all she wrote
Cough up a lung
Isn’t this fun?
Mucus for miles
Half-hearted smiles
Tissues and cough drops and water
Oh my!
Can’t we be over this illness already?
It’s taken its toll
Wasn’t that the goal?
Now leave me alone
You’ve already won.