Toxic Girl

I’m not sharing my own writing today because I feel absolutely  miserable – like a giant body of snot with a hot air balloon for a head. It’s been over a year since I’ve been sick, but Friday I began developing a cold which quickly turned into a wicked sinus infection. If you’re not familiar, think of the common cold but upgraded – cheek, tooth, and jaw pain, headache, fever, faucet nose, the works. Even worse is that in Kansas City we are experiencing gorgeous weather this weekend – it’s almost 70 degrees out. Yesterday I tried going out for a 30 minute walk but being outdoors seemed to aggravate my symptoms. With me being so sickly here is a poem and drawings by Tim Burton which I thought somewhat fitting.

To those who knew him
-his friends-
we called him Roy.
To others he was known
as that horrible Toxic Boy.

He loved ammonia and asbestos,
and lots of cigarette smoke.
What he breathed in for air
would make other people choke!

His very favorite toy
was a can of aerosol spray;
he’d sit quietly and shake it,
and spray it all the day.

He’d stand inside the garage
in the early-morning frost,
waiting for the car to start
and fill him with exhaust.

The one and only time
I ever saw Toxic Boy cry
was when some sodium chloride
got into his eye.

One day for fresh air
they put him in the garden.

His face went deathly pale
and his body began to harden.

The final gasp of his short life
was sickly with despair.
Whoever thought that you could die
from breathing outdoor air?

As Roy’s soul left his body
we all said a silent prayer.
It drifted up to heaven
and left a hole in the ozone layer.

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