Sore Throat — A Poem

Everytime I swallow

I navigate the little cuts and sores

that live behind my tonsils 

Everytime I see another doctor

I hear the same phrases and detections –

viral, bacterial and everything in between 

Every time I’m in pain 

I can remember the silver lining

that without talking I can listen so intently

Everytime I have a sore throat,

when it feels like I’ve gulped down glass,

when the silence around me is like a warm blanket,

I can feel my lips curl up to the corners of my mouth

and I forget about the pain for a little while more

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