wishing i had an appreciation for grammar, but whatever here are my flaws...
this morning i woke up early and ran to the bathroom to throw up my heart. my stomach bled the sorrows of cupid's arrow. and my heart conveniently plugged the toilet gaizing up at me with sad puppy dog eyes. i spat out the sweet tart after taste of vomit. still nauseous i felt my soul writhing up to the base of my tounge. i clenched my fists and swallowed all that was left of me for that i could not spare. i tatsted chicken nuggets and McDonald's brand everything. i searched my mind for the cause, i searched my soul now hidding behind the protection of my spine. my friggid spine and precious nerve cord o how i hate thee. o how i resent my feelings and thoughts, o how i detest all that is me.
Flushing down the pain i remembered past discussions and attempted to piece together my awkwardness. i tried to put words to it so that i could explain it to myself. i tried not to be scared and invisioned the security of a hug. sick with love i tried not to cry.
