No man or god can stop what has already been written…
It’s an Addiction
Hear Our Song
let’s have some bloody fun.
Is the taste of my bile. I hug the porcelain bowl, body heavy, anchored to the tile. My throat burns and no honey here to hold my head up while my stomach churns. The fever won’t quit It’s lonely and painful. I pass out and I drown in my own vomit.