Sick

Violently ill
Flashes of chunks and acrid
Smells.
Alone in the darkness. I wash away the sickness. My soul has died
I still taste the vomit.
You put me through hell
Every minute, every second that your
Back is turned away, I walk on
Burning coals of pain. Utter detachment.
You snore in the bed as I fight
Through the pain, not feeling, unrelenting.
Out of the fire . . . cold and alone. Shivering in the
Empty cold. I finally let my body sag
And find my release-
long, primitive cries that don’t sound
Human. I try to push away the taste
Of sick, and huddle underneath the covers with my
Furry friend.
I shiver in the cold and wait
For dawn.

Reviews

[Kathy Mc Cathy]

I sincerely hope this is fiction my dear because if not then my heart goes out to you . I could feel the darkness and the misery on the other side. The lines breaks are cleverly placed and emphasised beautifully .

With kindness
Kathy