i couldn't contain them.

hallway

tales of the mundane

gimme some wine

word of the day

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i had a stomach ache last night

Down

Down

down

i went

sinking low below

my belly hurt

and then I laugh laugh laughed

until my stomach split in two

opening up

spreading apart

blood and muscle and laughter

I slept just fine that night.

sneak peak into puke

"As I grew up, down I forgot" -e e cummings

Band-aids

This wound vomiting pus and blood

I cover it with my hand

I close my eyes and think of birds

But still this out pour continues

it redoubles its efforts

unexpected articles emerge from this pit

a typewriter

a shell

a pair of scissors

I grab at them, but they escape into the mud

yarn

blue paint

the kitchen sink

spill out and disappear

The loss sends me spinning

I can't even get a firm grasp on the words in my head

"caterpillar"

"silk"

"envelope"

all come tumbling out, never to return

I put both hands over the wound

I scream

I cry

No hands, no stitches, no band-aids

Keep this spring from springing.