I have not been very well for the past 24 hours. It came on all of a sudden, out of nowhere. My knees, hips, head have been in agony. I have been hot but with shivers in my ribs. I’ve had stabbing pains in my head, arms, heels.
Here is a poem. The prompt is my illness.
I staggered into the bedroom
and fell onto the bed,
the hard memory foam catching me safe.
My body sinks into the mattress as it softens under me
and I start to fall through it, the foam
parting and sealing around me over and over.
The darkness blinds me as I sleep through my descent.
Eventually I wake to see myself, over and over
as a russian doll, the larger and smaller versions
oscillating through me and being continuously
constructed and destroyed. My internal
camera zooms out and I see each version of me
repeated over and over in Mandlebrot
for six hours. I wake up and it is 5 minutes later
and I have to take off my shoes.