Fever

So I had a crazy fever last night, and since I couldn't sleep I decided to write. I'm just going to post exactly what I wrote, no editing. ;D It's not the worst thing I've ever written, and may in fact have a few good ideas or images. I was NOT on drugs, just suffering from fever. Enjoy!

FEVER (PLEASE FUCK OFF)
My face is so hot, I can't even cry; all my tears have boiled away to steam. I could burn down villages with my fire-breath, if only I could get out of bed. My body shakes with earthquakes, feeling like an icebern on the inside, but lava to the touch. I've drunk enough water to fill an ocean, yet my thirst refuses to be quenched. Fever has me in her cruel grip; Cough rattles his bony hands in my throat. Headache stoms around in her work books, creating quite a ruckus for such a young creature. The cut on my tongue screams with each swallow, and all my joints and muscles are moaning. My eyelids beg for Sleep, my body begs for sweet release from this misery. But Sleep won't come; she whisperes sweetly in my ear, making me drowsy. But then she darts away and laughs as Cough's rough hands are at my throat again. When my convulsions are done he laughs cruelly. The pen is clumsy in my hand, but I believe writers make magic. I hope to write these cruel gods away, but instead they've all gathered round to read what I'll write next. Snuggling close, they won't let me go.
Part 2: I took a shower. My pesky guests decided to accompany. Cough raged, I think the water was too hot for his liking. Fever luxuriated; perhaps this would abate her. Sleep watched from the other side of the plastic curtain, studying me. Perhaps to see if I was worthy of her kiss. Suddenly, Self Doubt decided to stop by and he began criticizing my body. Too much fat here, not a big enough chest, oh! how my face was round like a chipmonk. I'd never look womanly when I was older. Just childish. I jumped out of the shower, sick of all their chatter. Running to my room, Chills found me, but I managed to stave him off with a pile of blankets. Back to aching and feeling afire, I lay prone. Deferated. Finally, after seeing how hard I fought and how exhausted I was, Sleep glided over. Her cool fingers shut my eyelids and I could smell the peppermint on her breath and she finally rewarded me with that sweet, sweet kiss