• amy_holder 27w


    The fever is a snatty scene,
    Thick yellow to gang green.
    Snatty, fatty, bruised up nose,
    Flaming skin underneath thick clothes.
    Pale looking eyes, scattered hair,
    No time to choose the clothes you wear.
    Trembling bodies, weak to the bone,
    Worse yet if you're all alone.
    But I like it and I don't know why,
    The runny nose and the watery eye.
    Polka dot socks and gloves on my hands,
    Peeling skin like a painful tan.
    Headaches and cold soars on my feet,
    No appetite when it's time to eat.
    The fever is a snatty scene,
    But I like when it's yellow and mean.