what it feels like to be sick

my eyelids become
yellow walls,
tiny swirls of paper peeling
at the corners
pasted so many years ago

each effort
to open them
brings me closer to the hardwood


as i fall
the red bowl on the coffee table
swallows me down
with a smirk.

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