The Escape

I can swallow it, breathe it in, don’t rub your face. This infectious agent is trying to find a place to hide so I become a statistical case. From animals, microorganisms and plants, this non-bacterial pathogen likes to attack. Cough, chills, fever, doesn’t go away, the symptoms grow stronger each and everyday. To weak to move, can’t stand up, trying to eat but keep throwing up. Getting harder to breathe now, gasping for air; eye sights getting blurry no time to spare. One last breath, your body lies still, no longer can you fight, you have no will. The virus still lives even though you are gone, wonder who the next victim it will take on.

--Stacy M., Adult