sick
12:01 am
your voice echoes through the dark corners of my room.
small talk, bad jokes, and similarities.
my stomach ached and somehow you were my medicine.
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12:01 am
your voice echoes through the dark corners of my room.
small talk, bad jokes, and similarities.
my stomach ached and somehow you were my medicine.
Late at night, just after midnight, the speaker is alone in a dark room and feeling unwell. The title, "sick," sets that up, and the stomach ache in the last stanza makes the discomfort physical. Then someone's voice arrives, probably over a call or messages, though the poem never says how.
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