Sick to my very stomach.
Coincidentally, perhaps.
The churning twists my insides until they feel exposed.
Sweet saccharin ferments and curdles, taking the form of bile
burning my core, violently bubbling through my system until it rises up to my throat, choking me.
I can't breathe.
PASSIONATE PURPOSEFUL POETRY... Follow Me On My Journey... From The Page To The Stage
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