The Flu

The ‘flu outweighed her existentialist fear.
Previously held trepidations of nothingness, now replaced with constant pressure drumming on her eyes and ears, forcing her to painfully accept her physical placement on this earth, on this couch, while wishing she could still maintain the fetal position for weeks on end to wait out this miserable ‘flu until she could return to her unhealthy state of being an unfeeling speck of dust.

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