Fear. A flame in my throat, a mine in my head. Fear. A traveling foe. Country by country, life by life, loss by loss. A catch at hand, micro-madness. The foe gets large, the schools shut up. Shut down, locked in from the outside. A longing for sanitary. It has been searched, and scanned, and the opposition has been planned. But why is the micro-madness still here? An Invisible force, there are no boundaries for it at the moment...
People fall quick at it's speed of capturing cells and blood. Coughs, laughs, this may be my last. I don't know, I do want to know, I need to know. Do I have the swine flu? I do feel something, it is fluky. My throat is scratchy, sandpaper. Sandpapered flesh, a burn. A blender, devours. It devours me, in my head. It feels like a blender. But, my question is, do I have it or not? I know someone who does, I have encountered them face to face. I was unknowing, but do I really?
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I understand this feeling of worrying about swine flu even though I know that it is very unlikely that I will contract it - or that you will. But I washed my hands many many times today and bought packs of kleenex to carry in my pocket to use on doorhandles if I think something is really dirty or someone sneezed on it. But I am trying to not believe fear, and the media words that are so fearbased. I know that being afraid is silly.
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