Saturday, February 25, 2012

Too Much

No sight
Motion all distorted
Sounds all disjointed
Stomach contents churning

Hellfire from the throat
Burning liquid gravel
Thick as paste
Rough as asphalt

Without sight
Comfort comes
Voices in tandem
Concern to care

As stomach rests
As throat relaxes
As motion ceases
Water is poured

Nothing else matters
Water heals all wounds
Senses fade
Sleep reigns

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