The flu

Synopsis: I am cold, even though the fever burns my chest. How can I live with this middle ground?

This disease that spreads through my body takes away all my strength and I am already weak enough to not be able to get out of bed for several consecutive days. The symptoms become more and more present, and they only increase my pain.

I am cold, even though the fever burns my chest. How can I live with this middle ground?

This wants to devour me, transform me into a morbid piece of meat, drifting from loneliness, but this heat inside here lights up more and more and pulsates again the one who was about to die.

I think I have the flu.