Shams,
A beast in me arose and spit fire
and has taken hold of me like a
demon
a demon, Shams, a demon.
It might be the medication that
makes my heart race,
as I lazily watch a halluciation
in my fever make circles
spirit across the white walls.
But, the appeal of a demon is
so much greater than to
cast this mundane, sniffling,
aching, misery
into something so abstract
as a
virus.

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