Hole Of S**t

Hole Of S**t

A Poem by Hilary Huddleston
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Sickness.

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Spinning.  Then falling.  My stomach pitching back and forth.  My breathing has taken on a pattern.  In.  Out.  In.  Out.  Concentrating.  Numb all over.  Scared.  Scared of something that isn't there.

 

5-5-08

© 2008 Hilary Huddleston


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Added on May 5, 2008
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