Yellow is the color my spit continually returns to as the infection tries to exit my body. Sap from a tree sticking bugs only the bugs are invisible as the sap is sucking away oxygen as well. The fight is push-pull push-pull push-pull pushpins could make easier paths through the snot lined sniffling of my nostrils, striving towards nothing more than mere inhale exhale inhale exhale and yet even these supposed simple transactions tire out the body in its efforts.  Existence is exhausting. Death would be so easy, just yellow bumpy barriers being exceeded, trespassed, third rail electricity shoots through and then the shit would be over for once. In theory maybe if I recovered life would hurt less but the yellow shows no signs of receding, or disappearing, no, it continues to create mayhem and misery throughout my efforts at existence. Like the Coldplay song, it was all yellow. The next day, even as the snot dried up, a new yellow bodily fluid made an unwanted appearance: diarrhea. Nausea feels yellow, so the sheer utter disgust my body insists on dragging me through fits the color I chose to focus on for this piece. Yellow is the color of disgust, of a body that is obviously unwell, be it jaundice or this cacophony constellation of symptoms.146Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM72qdbkdPM
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