Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Untitled, Unum.

I've been feeling off lately.
Acid roars deep in my throat;
it mixes with my saliva
and often tries to escape my lips,
but I sop it up with my tongue.
It's eroding my teeth.
I can feel the brittle flakes loosen from my gums
and I have no choice but to swallow them.
With hands crossed against my face,
I force it back.
My hands lower,
and my breath comes back soft and cold.