Jul 2017
I retch, I retch and I retch and retch and I cannot dislodge the salt of your sweat on my neck. Like a curse, it has rooted its way into my pores and poisoned my veins. The searing pain of stomach acid in my mouth
I'll finish this when my life isn't a big old mess and I have some spare time. Thought I'd post just to let everyone know I'm alive and kicking furiously still.
