THEY SAY

Seasonal allergies.
We all get them.
And so, discomfort is expected.
Even the bloody noses.
This is integral, in fact--
You're supposed to bleed and
wander with your head tilted back.
If the dark circles around your eyes
are an indication of loneliness
then
just
sleep.
You're supposed to be exhausted.
Inhale fast enough to give oxygen
for the nosebleeds
but slow enough to burn the part of
your throat used for swallowing.
If this is easy,
you 
don't 
care.
Cry into tissues 'til they turn sour,
this should hurt.
Every ounce of you should feel rotten.
Your knees should buckle like
molten rock and your hands
should callus over.
Isn't it what they say?
This is just like the nuisance
of seasonal allergies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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