Ailing Mechanism

The head was heavy enough that may fall off. The top of the head is being crushed by a hammer each thought comes in mind. The sides of the skull are trying to reach one another torturing the brain to give way. The eyes are burning like fire in every blink. Looking up does not make the eyes feel better.

The throat is grinding for the moment and cough out as if the next thing will be the lung. The cough causes the impact to the brain spreading metal balls crushing each one another till the impact stops. The cough made the stomach to struggle as if every cough is a punch from a hammer with telephone book on the chest. The hands and legs are shivering cold although the head is otherwise. The movements are slower than usual. As if everything is on drug, but doesn’t taste as sweet as a drug.

This is how my body works when I’m sick.

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