The heaving of my stomach
Hard and convulsive, as I slip down the drain
My shaky hands can't hold a tune
And my throat is sore and burning
My legs slip out from under me as my knees collapse
My heart races and my lungs skip a beat
The world spins in lazy hula-hoops arounds and around
My bottle breaks as my eyes begin slide down my cheeks
My stomach rests in knots at my feet
And I lose my causes to the unconscious desire that is human
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
The heaving of my stomach
Hard and convulsive, as I slip down the drain
My shaky hands can't hold a tune
And my throat is sore and burning
My legs slip out from under me as my knees collapse
My heart races and my lungs skip a beat
The world spins in lazy hula-hoops arounds and around
My bottle breaks as my eyes begin slide down my cheeks
My stomach rests in knots at my feet
And I lose my causes to the unconscious desire that is human
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