I am a figment of my own imagination – a slight blur within your peripheral vision.
And as I sit here the internal madness creeps up from behind, using my vertebrae as back stairs.

A lucid internal storm rolls within, pulling with a sickening roller coaster motion:
as my tongue pushes the vomitus words back down my throat, another meal for the day.

I bear down from within as the tears bleed backwards from eyes sealed tight,
the words are not easy digested and brought back up by putrid waves that roll throughout my heart.

Rancid and rank the flavor inside of my mouth as teeth grind into flesh, a marriage of pain
No disgust emanates only an eager welcome, for that glorious ache which is absorbed so easily into my bones.

-lisa sweet