oh god,
i can feel those old wounds in there,
buried underneath layers of new.
they kept building up without repairing the foundations.
i can hear them decaying a little more sometimes,
i can hear them calling to me
they retch and gag on words that aren't really meant to come up.
a disgusting cycle of retch, swallow, retch, swallow,
swallow until you think you're okay and then you ***** everywhere.
the words got lost in the struggle, they translate wrong
after ejecting from its cocoon, pain dries its crumpled wings
and flies away as a bitter and seething hatred.