Soothed Peace Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Soothed Peace



I feel lots of bugs, germs, having a ball my throat
they're doing the jive & jitterbug in the congenial
ecosystem provided by my body, dancing the can-
can with admirable energy which burns and hurts
and leaves me swollen and sore - I fell asleep on
the couch, too tired to look for ways to fight back
other than adding salt to my tea as salt sanitizes,
I think, after eating salt food I felt better - then

The party started again, I can feel the little thing-
gummies starting slowly with polyp-like floating
movements in a lovely romantic dance - then the
burning begins like red lightning streaks all over
my throat and the party heats up until the feeling
of fire raging in my throat becomes overwhelming,
defeated I return to couch-potato state while the
wish to escape this terrible party in my throat

Grows stronger and stronger, right now's the time
to gargle and take painkillers - I've enough of this
wild pirate party in my throat: my only wish is to
find soothed peace…

Friday, August 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings,illness
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