Lakshya Anant

Kali Hunt

Josh Crawford

Yuki Asahina

English

the silence is deafening
flocking away to the hill side
what more do they want me to say
I am tired of the sickening

The sickening isn’t just a feeling of being ill. I see it as more of a cactus, hot and bothered, dry and ready to unleash the prickling

My physical body was the first target for the sickening. I watched as my skin lined with red veins. Sick veins I could feel beneath my skin. They burned, prickling me from the inside like the cactus.

I took a wheezy breath. It felt like razor blades were shredding my throat, and I could barely lift my head from the pillow. What’s worse was none of the medicine I was trying worked, whether it was Advil or Tylenol, this pain that felt like dying remained.

Days went by and I was still in bed, unable to move, feeling like my veins were going to burst. Suddenly someone knocked on my door. I took a deep breath and got out of bed, but I couldn't walk properly, I almost dragged myself to the door. Then something happened

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