Who knew fever breaking was like water breaking,
cold sweat, wet bed,
What has happened to me?
Am I born again, resurrected?
The struggle is enough to leave me wasted,
keelhauled, tarred and feathered,
crucified.
Bleary-eyed. Here am I, born and quaking, open-mouthed
to scream, as if the air is not for breathing.
Savior, bedfellow in sickness,
You harrow, You hallow hell with me.
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cold sweat, wet bed,
What has happened to me?
Am I born again, resurrected?
The struggle is enough to leave me wasted,
keelhauled, tarred and feathered,
crucified.
Bleary-eyed. Here am I, born and quaking, open-mouthed
to scream, as if the air is not for breathing.
Savior, bedfellow in sickness,
You harrow, You hallow hell with me.
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