(I havent thrown up in two years, so I feel like writing something about it. -shrug-)
I clutch the porcelain helplessly Sweat, tears and bile dripping from my twisted face Looking straight into the distance Wishing this hell on earth would vanish
It isn't long before my moment of malice has ended As I feel the gruesome material rise in my throat My retches could be heard from a mile away Damn the kids at school for spreading the stomach flu.
Navel Candy · Wed Dec 10, 2008 @ 06:31am · 0 Comments |