the
crimson
fluid
splatters the
back of my throat
I
gag
in its
viscous
grasp
my eyes
wide
startled
my
breath
blocked
its
sweet metallic
taste
surges
forward
it leaks
from
the corners
of my mouth
dripping
on to my
palms
upturned
in futile effort
a ghoulish
image
greets me
in the mirror
glance
at the
spatterings
of colour
on the bathroom
counter
choking down
this peculiar
elixir of life
licking my lips
clean
I laugh
at my own
foolishness
If there
is one thing
I can not
bear
it is
the taste of
Cherry NyQuil
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Date: 2000-12-08 01:56 am (UTC)umm
Date: 2000-12-08 06:17 am (UTC)Re: umm
Date: 2000-12-08 10:12 am (UTC)