Nausea

Nausea

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

Nausea

by Jesse Johnson