• I sink further into my velvet tomb
    surrounded by used tissues,
    crusted and solidified
    from my own dried snot.
    "Death will embrace you, too, you know!"
    I cry,
    haggard,
    as I rot.
    I wonder if you will remember me
    as I was
    or as you wished me to be.
    "Please," I plead,
    though my will is escaping,
    like the last fiery light of a burned down candle.
    "Would you be so kind,
    as to bring me,
    some Dayquil?"