Nausea

February 26, 2008
By Elizabeth Bentivegna, Harrington Park, NJ

Spin spin spin
Round and round, whirlwind of you
‘Til I throw up, rainbow spatters sweet canvas
Kills me, my toes crunch tile
Is that my help, small in dusty jar?
Nauseous for you
But my Pepto-Bismol expired
You made me too dizzy, too weak
Empty your dead, pink slime
Into the garbage where it belongs


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