by alva27 Nov 2014
My paper throat tears
And I hate the sound it makes when it does.
An English cold
Is Winters gift to it’s guests;
A pretty bow of flem
A card that is signed in splutters
And uncomfortable nights.
A hot lemon and honey,
Stirred with a nostalgia
More contagious than what it remedies for.
Send me an invitation
With all the symptoms of Winter’s nostalgia
Stirred into your infected immune system.
Take some vitamin C tablets
Hoping you’ll be gone by the morning.