I want to throw up
Regurgitate
Every morsel
And taste it again
To feel the bile
As it rests in my mouth
Lazily
As though it is home
My tongue flutters over it
Like a curtain
The insides of the cheeks are walls
So thin
I can hear the bile as it dances
A solo dance
And then rises
To touch the upper palate
Hoping to cling
I open my mouth
Pour water
It is all liquid
Falling out
There is a moment of remorse
And desolation
It happens when you lose
Even loose change that clinks
In your pocket
It happens when you lose
Torn socks you would never wear
It happens when you lose
A part of yourself
It happens when you think you have lost
A paper in the garbage
I rummage through it
Scrawled words
Blood
Enter my veins
The page is now blank
I can start again
~FV
3 comments:
Hey , I know the image next to your photo - it's a painted hand, made to look like a leopard , done by someone ( Italian , I think) who paints animal figures on hands. Am I right ?
Welcome back after a big break.Next time keep it short!Hope,you can start again as you write,with same power
Anon:
I had it on file and used it...who knows even the blogger pic could be hand...or a sleight of hand...or the hand of god...
KB:
Thanks...yes, the short end of the stick next time!
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