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Illness by Sebastian Feld
This illness has beaten me like an egg . I ’ m a foreigner in my own body . I feel my body distort every time I move . I have lost all sensation and all I crave is freedom . Nothing I try can help . Stuck in this paradox , I want revenge on the microbes that have crippled my body , but I am unable to rise from bed . Clearly that isn ’ t on the menu . I got the notion that this would not go away soon , and even though microbes can ’ t speak English , they understand the sentiment of my actions . Clearly , the concept of fear is unknown to them . I want my body to know how strong this threat is , but all I can do is lie here and rest , hoping it will all work out .