Bad Things Spread

After two doctors, three antibiotics - I'm still not healing,

Imminent deterioration - every thought laced with this feeling,

Stare downs with my reddening skin, is it real or is it just bluffing?

Yellow puss prevent progress, textured like a Thanksgiving turkey stuffing,

I wish this to be a nightmare, pinch myself but I'm already awake,

One act, ten seconds, all you really need is that one bad mistake,

If life were a game of poker, I've unknowingly gone all in,

So close to eternity, at the entrance and about to crawl in,

Uncomforted, even in knowing this one experience we will all soon share,

I'm devastated, forced forward - and with no way to prepare.

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