When I’m sick my brain turns to mush.
Like soggy oatmeal, the discrete parts break down into sludge.
My body follows, like a slug.
Crawling, oozing, am I moving?
Foggy skies behind my eyes,
waiting for the sun to rise.
My sneezes create breezes
the bacteria and viruses hoping to invade
another host, another slave
to use to propagate their genes,
thus the importance of vaccines.