medicate medicate.

this is a fever.
sweat like tiny ants
crawl down the spine.time chokes.
this is no fever in passing.or is it?
oh from fever to haemorrhage it passes.
i am unsure.
blood blood everywhere.
blood in my hair, blood in the air.
i am unsure but not unaware.
"Coward coward, you must move forward!"
but do i care?
i could sleep here, hiding beneath my thick
blanket of words.these words,
the womb to my feeble foetus.
i will spend a lifetime here,
i will be my own doctor.