Running Disease
Temporary bliss
of elation can't disguise
an frozen river
responsible for turning
people's skins waterless and
creeping through otherwise joy.
Rum that punctures your
stomach, leading to fever
and running disease.
Here's the condition: You run
and pass, but the pain doesn't.
Copyright © Hugh Rowsky | Year Posted 2020
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