Flu
Like a second skin of shattered glass
Encased in pain, each movement lasts
In every crevice doubled pain
With each new sting, the old remains
Lungs inhale fragmented glass
Every breath now thought the last
Drained and weak, join lack of sleep
Demon trio pound by heaps
Isolation ,darkened room
Germs and virus twin and bloom
Veining death, this cruelest flu
Pigs
Best left
To
Bar B Q
pax A
Sheila
My blessings and love,
Susan
PTP (Pass the pork)
Ron
The flu has just departed this house and I'm the one didn't get it (yet?) so I've spent the past week watching others go through what you say so well...so well.
John
I still feel the afterglow of the
"COOKIE CHRONICLES"
Blessings ...
r
Well done, and Happy Thanksgiving; seems like our Thanksgivings turned into TURKEYS!! (And that's NOT counting the Cajun-style turkey I ate!! LOL)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your fellow sickie, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :/ *ACCHHHOOOOOOOOO!!*
Regis