The Cough

A bout of cough-

full of phlegm

and sickness-

itched my throat

last night.

I wanted to let it out and

fill the still air

with a sickly ruckus

and a putrid stench,

and clear my throat

of the malice within.

I turned to my right

And saw him sleeping.

Peacefully;

No cough havocking his throat,

No sneeze fulfilling its urges.

I swallowed

real hard.

The itch, and the cough, vanished.