The truth is
Always hard to swallow
Like a chip scraping
Down your throat
As your choking

Like inhaling water into
Your lungs

Like taking your fifth
Shot of whiskey

The truth is always
A little hard to swallow

Like swallowing your spit
With that lump in your throat

And once you swallow the truth
It sits in your stomach

Like swallowed cigarette
Smoke

Like swallowed throw up
From the back of your throat

It sits in your stomach
So unpleasantly

You grimace as long as it's there.