6 September 2012
I threw up all night And it felt good, right, Somehow like I was Purging myself of The laughter I'd allowed, The smile that had Weakly crawled across My lips, I had, for a moment, Stopped thinking about you, I'd forgotten to miss you, Just for five or six Heartbeats, but It was enough, Guilt, hate, pitiful longing And crushing pain Collapsed upon me, An avalanche of you, Of memories, And I was sick all night.
© Kim H. 6th September 2012
Sick • Opuss № I