Bleghhk (Sick Rambles)

by PhilipHarris

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-01-15 17:10:00

My head is slowly eating itself, snot builds up in my throat

Whenever I breath I feel these dry heaves, hoofing in and out of my chest, breathing bricks

Thoughts, in my head are stale, chipping away into dust and dead skin

Feel as if there is no point to do anything, except sleep, but that too seems pointless after fourteen hours of it

Want to cut my wrists and take a shower in my own blood, but just for a while, then I’ll clean up and go for a walk

Screams into tears, as I cry and vomit into my blanket, soaked with sweat

Temperature reaches 102, not good, an egg broils on my temple, I feel its yolk dripping down the side of my face and into my eyes, stinging

“ahhhhhhhh” downing a bottle of cough syrup, sleep finally comes