Poem# 17 -The Day I Got Sick

Her head had been throbbing
and her heart had been racing.
Her eyes were dark red,
and her feet had been shaking.
She had passed out just longer than
a minute,
but she knew what she was facing.
Her mouth was not moist,
and her tongue was dry.
She had threw up right
in the middle of the crowd
and she chose not to open 
her eyes.
For the stares that she could
imagine,
looking right at her face.
How pale she was,
and how she wanted to leave
that place.

-Not Coronavirus

This poem is about: 
Me

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