Chapter 5 of 33

Feeling Sick

Poems Of Elegance55 words~1 min read

My head sways,

Spinning,

Like the drunken barrels.

My skin,

Feeling hot to the touch,

Hotter than molten lava.

Rubbing my eyes,

Stop burning,

Burning like candle wax.

My stomach churning,

Round and round,

Like a cement mixer.

My quivering legs,

Standing,

Wobbling like jelly.

My heavy head,

Hard to hold up,

Like a burden.

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