Vomit Kiss (needs work)

He didnt even hesitate.No glimer of mercy, no sign of control.

Her legs strewn around a hunched lifeless body. As it limpy sinks into the cold titled wall. The pain has sent her body into a stage of comatose, where its not even the physical pain which pulsates around in her head. She swallows hard, as the swelling beings. Throat muscles tighten, her tongue searches around in the dark of her mouth to find the biter taste of salty blood.Her body jerks as she beings to wretch. Her quiet noises of her desolation are suspended in the air, her body surges forward, her hands are quick to steady her head from cracking into the floor.

Vomit begins to waterfall out of her lips and cascade to the floor, as it falls it catches in her hair, eyes begin to widen, and tears trickle down her cheecks as she begins gasping for air. Her arms are straighning under her weight, as the sick oozes along the floor. It pooles around her body and beings to absorb into her clothing. The acidy liquid smoulders in the back of her throat as she embarks on a mental and physical panic.Exhaustion takes hold.

Her arms crumble.The world she once knew implodes as her head smashes into the floor.

He didnt hesitate in leaving her. With the bruises and the finger marks. He was drunk enough to forget about the memories. Not enough to forget how to punch.

Vomit Kiss (needs work)

Jem Fade

Bideford, United Kingdom

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Artist's Description

All my stories about past memories.
Being punched so hard your sick.
Is rough.

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