You’re sneezing and you’re stuffully
and ache from bone to skin.
The winter night is cold without,
and you are cold within.
You build yourself a quilted fort
and pour a cup of tea -
you know to quickly win this war
good weaponry is key.
Chemical armaments consumed
you burrow in your keep
as tiny armies deep inside
do battle while you sleep.
the photo in this post was taken by Jan Chavis; you can find more of her work here or here