Men and their Modern Medicine.

it began with my throat

of course

with all the small shoving sounds

that i stranded there

on their way from my lungs 

pumped up by my frantic heart

but stopped severely by my lips

white with the effort and forced back

to sit sullenly muttering amongst the cords

slowly it swelled 

till it was painful to the touch 

and only small gasps of air could push through

like women in business suits at elementary schools

they have a reason for being there (they wouldn't be there otherwise)

but no one appreciates their shoving heels

then my skin became hot to the touch

sending small sticky strands of sweat 

down my face and through my hair

leaving me looking like those

whom Fate has not yet decided as to their survival

but leaves waiting in the balance

the doctor came in

and diagnosed strep throat

but then he was a man

and knows nothing of love.