vOmiTiNg

vOmiTiNg

A Poem by Jenna Lynn

the feeling
it's coming
too fast
can't stop
oh god
it's building
it's sour
like acid
it's hot
it's burning

and now it's here
i can feel the heat
the foul taste filling my throat and mouth
my eyes water
i lean forward
                      and miss
i'm so sorry about your shoes
but no time to discuss
because the feeling
it's back
faster than the first time
i can't help it
projectile is a fun word until you experience it

© 2010 Jenna Lynn


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