"There's something comforting about death, don't you think?"
-Zee
-
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.
imstillweakimstillweakimstillweak