literature

Spit

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I feel the bile rising;
I spit ichor
from a throat
that has been slit.

You lay your hands
across my trachea,
and I believe
that it is love.

This asphyxiation;
This intoxication;
I breathe you in
and you are poison.

My lungs are filled
with your sorrow;
My corset is laced
with melancholy.

You have destroyed
all that is me;
I fade and dissolve
as you leave
with her.
Ah, betrayal...a bitter pill to swallow and all that jazz, nein?
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TheDownpour's avatar
I really like your strong, vivd use of imagery; "I feel the bile rising;
I spit ichor
from a throat
that has been slit." had me captivated from the start. Good work :D