i dry heave -
produce no food
just burps and spits of bile
and juice.
thoughts swim wordless-
unattached to language.
trees are cardboard
people are mannequins.
music is flattened
cars are props.
i dry heave -
ipecac but make nothing
just drips and hiccups of saliva
and blood.
my fingers type blank spaces.
there is no pain
for pain creates words.
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