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retching
some nights you can’t retch anymore, and you lay still trying not to remember what you’ve just seen or heard. you taste betrayal lodged tight in your throat and realize that’s whats got you nauseous. the bulk of this poison then sits in your chest and in your stomach; you retch again. you miserably think that the spewing wont stop as the pain thrives deep inside; but as you crawl through the lies, you fall into a tunnel of deliverance. your dry desperate heaving subsides as you sink underground and the dirt consumes your skin. breathing in filth becomes inescapable but at least the retching stopped. the further you slide into the murk, you begin to sigh in awe. concerned that the soil silently dwells inside you, you swallow and the poison stops to diffuse. the flavor of deception is now muddled down into dark puddles that slowly dry up. you shrug and clumps of disgusting dirt still cling to you but at least the retching stopped.
