Eyes wide open
And my world turns to slush
A sickening feeling blossoms down my gut
Digging holes for when gastric acids spill and penetrate my bloodstream
My ears ring as your mouth betrays my
Heart; pulse quickens and then stops while
a streak of nostalgia enters the fray
I curl up fetal-ly on the icy ground
Footsteps…a slamming door…
What time is it? What day is it?
Where have you gone?
The Siren Queen