Sick

27Feb08

I am sick. Head aches as thoughts clatter-bounce off skull and back into brain-mush. Pit of stomach sickness; bile rises, even in my sleep. Hurt sent thumping from frustrated heart to every cell.

Respiration.

Breath it out,

breath it out,

breath…you…out.

No. This does not work.
Amuse-distract with beautiful men, over and bend over, and over again. But beautiful men are not the answer, because fucking it out does not work either.

I want you. I don’t want you. I can’t have you. You can’t have me. It won’t work. It will work. You don’t want me. I don’t want you. You won’t have me. I won’t have you. I can’t forget you. You can’t forget me.

Let me go? I can’t!

Let you go? Impossible!

I am sick. You can cure me, and I think you may find I am the answer to what ails you.



10 Responses to “Sick”  

  1. 1 camille

    Oh, the constant high and lows of indecision.. not knowing if it is best to stay or wise to run. The stomach churn is awful.

  2. 2 Rich | Championable

    Here’s to good resolution, friend.

  3. 3 drodbar

    You are a good woman. I hope you feel better soon.

  4. 4 clarissa

    As long as it’s not terminal.

  5. 5 rich (richmanwisco)

    If only there were a pill that could cure that ill….

  6. 6 amuirin

    That little hook that a certain set of characteristics, a voice, a smile can set into a heart,

    it ought to be illegal.

  7. 7 Corina

    May you expel the illness from your mind post haste!

  8. 8 peach

    sick but not dying, ill but not terminally, grey but not black… ?

  9. 9 LazyBuddhist

    This too shall pass. Whatever the resolution - him, not him - this too shall pass.

  10. 10 Ariel

    From clear intentions all else follows…

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