Of the Beauty of the Sickness

A sick feeling

dredging the veins 

of unwelcome skin 

and heated oil 

flowing through 

the ancient river 

of what a body is 

vomiting in slow motion

the oozing sickness 

that courses with the 

heartbeat of time 

making you wish 

you hadn’t done that 

thing that made you feel so 

out of place

out of space 

trapped in a lapse 

of memory 

and swirling darkness 

that to your eye has 

more than just darkness 

but colors that creep around 

the edges of sanity 

of the core mind 

of the beauty of the sickness


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