My eyes squint, lips quiver.
Don’t look at me.
The flood gates open,
Goop slides out my nose.
The churning stops my breakfast from going down

I rev my engine,
I’m on the run
Get away from me
I cover my mouth,
bile’s about to blow

Brown locks whip wet pink cheeks,
The ache of hearts incinerated sets my foot ablaze.
There’s no stopping the storm now
My chest fills with oxygen
I open my mouth,
The screaming shakes green leaves.
Writhing in the Forest all alone,
No one hears a thing.