barf

He coated despair in candy
He said I was his best friend 
Leaving My tummy churning, turning, upset
Repelling the acid boiling inside of it
Projecting the bile to the back of my throat
My mouth waters
Awaiting the grand exit of graveyard food

It won't settle 
I have stuffed my gums with bites I couldn't chew 
Closed my eyes 
Swallowed it whole, like I swallowed you
I assumed My stomach could handle the feud 
but soon I learned
I was cooning for the King's Fool
 
As I kept swallowing pushing back 
The Inevitable flood 
That would carry the bile back up 
It's hard not to face What we upchuck.