Sometimes when I’m sick, I think I live
so far away from the world that I’m on the other side of the moon.
I’ll wake up for a few minutes,
coughing so hard my chest cramps up,
won’t recognize where I am,
a fever cooking me between the sheets,
when I can’t clear my lungs,
and think for a moment that I must split time
between the dark and light side
because I have memories of what I saw there,
craters and rocks, sand,
the Earth so small on the horizon,
and what I couldn’t see, fear and worry,
and then, I realize I’m here, in bed, at home.
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Today’s writing prompt is
sick
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece below as a comment. I would love to read it : )
Lanning Lee 