Germ warfare

 

I can feel it all inside,

little battles

as I struggle to get air.

Mini skirmishes,

microscopic warfare

and at the moment the enemy is winning.

 

My chest,

A battlefield.

They have me flanked

from each direction,

the hellfire of tanks.

Lungs feel like fire 

full of sulphur and brimstone

like someone has detonated a bomb 

beside my tombstone.

 

Face feels like pizza dough,

or an exploded baked potato.

Someone has been taking swings at it

overnight, a baseball bat to each eye.

Every minute for about 8 hours, give or take.

Now all feels swollen and out of place

Like having your eyeballs sucked

from the inside

 

Burning.

Something within my skin squirming.

Every part of me feels wrong.

Bones around my shoulders

feel like brittle grinding stones

All splintering and shedding.

Too weak to leave my warm bedding.

Coughing and spluttering,

infected lungs suffering,

feels like ribs are puncturing.

The germs have taken control,

muscles tired,

more rockets are fired,

constant bombardment takes its toll

There is no part that is left of me.

Here comes more heavy shelling.

They control everything.

Apart from my mind,

currently...

Though how long before they take that?

there is no way of telling.

 

 

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