Flu

Word. Vomit.
It’s a thing.

When I can’t stop it from coming
And it chokes me
And I have no control
And all the things come out
Even though I don’t want them to
And I heave and they come
And don’t stop
I’m looking at them on my screen
Dripping off my fingertips
AllthewordsallthetimeIneverstopever

And then it’s over.
And I stop.
And I’m gasping for air.
Staring face to face with the damage.
Face leaking with tears.
Heaving inside, terrified.
That I can’t control another episode.
That I’ll just keep.
Vomiting. Words.