Today’s Prompt is An Open Letter. I am so beaten up by this bad cold that I can’t even think straight to write.
An Open Letter to the Bug
I don’t even know what to call you:
A Bad Cold? Feverless Flu? Exasperation?
Whatever. I concede. You’ve got me.
I knew going in to that family party three days ago
that I was already sunk, but I struggled onward,
enjoyed the day, and likely infected at least three loved ones.
By yesterday, I was sure I was back on my feet again
but you laid me so low, I couldn’t even taste
that sweet potato casserole, that shoo-fly pie.
Today was just a blur of throwing good money
after bad. I can just do this one more thing,
I thought, but I’m a goner now, for sure.
I’ll soak myself in Ny-Quil
and sleep you out of my system.