Can’t stop even if I wanted to,
Remember?
Just Five Years;
Fingers down my throat,
Trying to claw at the torrent,
Just to breathe.
Vomit of Words.
Puking Literature.
Retching Up Poetry.
Never stops,
Black Ink & Pulp –
Regurgitated back up.
This is part of my Curse.
That I’ll Never Be Able To Stop.
Black Ink & Pulp.
