My stomach was twisted tightly, painfully into a knot
So I vomited my words all over the page
My words for you, my thoughts of blue, the conversations swallowed whole
I let them out in a gross, sticky mess
It wasn't your fault the words tasted so nauseating
A mess of emotions, they'd mixed into a bittersweet bile
That I couldn't keep down any longer
And I had to let them go
Don't leave
Don't cry
Don't move an inch
Things, as they are, are perfect
YOU ARE READING
Random Short Stories/Poems
AcakWARNING: May be disturbing or graphic This will contain short stories and poems that I write just because! Some will be horror, some sweet, some just plain weird
