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Cabin Fever

This can't last forever

By Melissa SteussyPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Cabin Fever
Photo by taylor hernandez on Unsplash

Trying hard to breathe

In a stuffy house

Where the windows

Are frozen

Shut

I gasp when I look down at my

Ghost white and shockingly

Hairy legs

I may peel out of

My pajamas today

Or not as sometimes it

Is too much trouble

And anyway I will need

To get right back into

Them

Soon

For a nap

Or bedtime

Once again

Falling into the abyss

Or another long night

Waiting patiently until

I can go outside

Once again

When there is no arctic tundra

When the fresh air can trickle in

When I can feel the breeze on my

Neck

While I pedal my

Wheels towards freedom

And warmth

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Melissa Steussy

Author of Let Your Privates Breathe-Breaking the Cycle of Addiction and Family Dysfunction. Available at The Black Hat Press:

https://www.theblackhatpress.com/bookshop/p/let-your-privates-breathe

https://www.instagram.com/melsteussy/

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