fat [EDITED]

XI

"There's something comforting about death, don't you think?"

-Zee

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it was my fifth day staying home,
my head hurt,
everything felt weird.

i won't lie,
i've felt it before,
the horrid pain in my head,
but i thought it was just stress.

"Drink your tea," Jude says,
i smile,
i don't know why--
i just smile.

"i'm tired." i whisper,
my voice is airy,
lost,
i wince at the other sharp pain.

Judy's eyes are weird,
she's not laughing,
they're scrunched up,
dark bags under,
focusing solely on me.

it feels good,
i won't lie,
to feel worried over.

"Okay, that's it, were going to a hospital." she says,
i get up to show her i'm fine,
but as i stand,
the world spins,
and i pass out.

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