Mal de mer
- Lalima

- Aug 4, 2023
- 1 min read
This nausea...bullying the insides
Want to be let out in an inarticulate sob
Asphyxiating the pharynx with grim amusement....
Twisting and turning this inky dye passes through
The microscopic capillaries to larger memories
Contaminating part by part , instilling fright.
A flaming impulse to spew out this vehement retching
Carries up to the palate with a vulgar and acrid agility
Issuing a heavy blow to the innards , angling forward.
Gasping for wind, reflexively and also in a panic
The hollowness burrows deeper and even stronger then
Suddenly the dust devil picks up and violently deforms a life.





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