Sick
Sick
Sick
He felt sick.
He closed the bathroom door shut
Locked the door
And stared into the mirror.
There she was
Staring right back at him
He tore his gaze away
One by one
His clothes slipped off
The clothes bought for her
He stared back into that godforsaken mirror
Sick
Sick
Sick
He felt sick.
Once more he ripped his gaze away
He didn't want to look at her anymore
He walked to the shower
Turned on the hot water
And there he stood
Under the water.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw it
He saw her chest
It was like poison
He covered his mouth
Sick
Sick
Sick
He felt sick.
He couldn't even look at her body
He couldn't bare it
It made him sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
He felt sick.
He wanted to tear her skin off
He wanted to burn her skin off
He couldn't even look at her
He didn't want to look at her
But everyone else did
His skin crawled
Sick
Sick
Sick
He felt SICK.
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Poems
PoetryJust little segments of writing that I've written to vent I guess, my friends call them poems but I'm unsure of what they are to be honest. Just a warning some of the content written in here may cover some triggering topics, so if you are easily tri...
