Sour

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.    

“Man From the Sea” (Audio)

Yup! It’s Sunday’s video and it’s a Fantasy~! This story was based off of a poem, “Man From the Sea,” that I wrote a few years back. There is also a short story version. It’s a tale of chance encounter, beauty, desire and unfilled longing to grasp the mysteries of this world. Enjoy~