The Cold – micropoetry

Light piercing
through
the shadows
of my lair,
my eyes
pounding, drumming, pleading,
confined
within my head,
ravaged
by engorged
membranes,
exploded
in a sneeze
and
splattered
bit by bit
across
your world.

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