Sick to my stomach
As butterflies dance,
Feasting on sickly sweet nectars.
Vision obscures to watercolor,
Clear clouds mixing colors together
By black threads.
Mouth broken, as
Teeth shriek broken notes,
Vibrating on the stage
Of my dry tongue.
Why did Glutton possess me,
Feeding until my limbs shake
And die down as
Consciousness ripples to a
standstill.
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