Poem – Sickness Beyond Thoughts

Regurgitating sick is dripping from my lips,
Dripping all over the four leaf cloves,
And present in the cool air,
Was the fowl stench,
Af decomposed hopes and twisted ropes,
And ripples from my skin reflected all my sins,
And refracted all his childhood past of nursery school and drama class,
Where he learnt to play where it thought it was safe.

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