vOmiTiNgA 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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Added on January 13, 2010 Last Updated on January 13, 2010 Author
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