As a child,
I looked forward to the next few days
After catching a cold
Since they signified the passing
Of my aching sore throat
That made it difficult
To swallow milk chocolates
Now,
I fear the next few days
As my body rapidly degenerates
And although I spread my hands
To catch the sand grains from the hourglass
I slowly lose my ability to swallow
With each slipped grain
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The author declares no conflicts of interest.
