Ill Conceived
AKA: I Should Have Looked Up The Definition Again Before Writing
Chills
shiver
up the spine,
settling in to
chatter teeth which clench,
a vain attempt to hide
from the world that illness grips
tight, weakening muscles, blurring
thought, and chaining imagination.
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