Days I Have Been Sicker

Days I have been sicker
Back spit-bridged, face shattered into cupped hands
Listened to my organs ripping
Terrorised my insides,
Doubled over on the floor
Vomiting bile and tears
Blanched white, agonized, gaunt and afraid
Pain sent me clawing the walls, shaking and spinning, grinding teeth on hard-edged stone
Sweating and cold, tap shivers my skin bumped through my bones and I was burning.

Days I have been sicker
Days I was in bed
Days I took drugs, dazed, prescribed, immune.
I am fully grown now
But I still feel it
Ache.

Yellow peril, foot rot, drunken haze disgraced us.
Mined the young to find a youth,
Lost your mind on trips too familiar.
There have been days when I was ill but of you,
I am much sicker.