Night Sickness

Insomnia likes to punch me in the stomach occasionally.

Startled awake it hits me.

I try to hold it down, but there's no stopping it tonight.

It pushes upward and upword.

I'm about to explode.

I can't contain it. 

I swallow once and it triggers it.

They come bursting out of me.

Unrestrained.

I twist to the side and let it out.

Over and over again I lunge forward as they wretch themselves from my grasp.

Like a cap torn from a  hydrant

I throw-up these words, reluctantly yet repeatedly.

They spray from the fountain of my pen.

And the ever faithful blank sheets catch them every time

caressing the regurgitation of my heart.

Reviews

[Kurayami]

This is a good poem. On the third line, the last word, shouldn't it be "upward" and not "upword"?

~Kurayami

[antiessay]

lol thank you but I meant to say "upward" cause it's about throwing up words