Friday, 26 November 2010



I had an unsettled stomach
A feeling of sickness, queasy
Like I wanted to puke
Was it you?

I felt smothered
Greased up, buttered
Corset tight
Broken ribs, gut termite

I heard a churning
Felt the fire, embers
Chemicals reacting
Something old and new

It was something crazy
Greatly amazing, nauseating
Adrenaline rush
So I rushed to where I brush

Looked in the mirror...
And I saw you
In the background

by Jesse Johnson

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