you make me want to vomit. i’m not sure of where your body starts and as your fingers fumble down my skin i cannot help but spill words from my mouth, up and over. they escape so wildly that i inhale sharply and screw my eyes shut. my lips have become a waterfall, my words are unable to climb my freckled skin and back in, over and up back into the black mess of my heart. you make me want to vomit. with a roll of your eyes you ignore my stuttering syllables and sink your nails into my flesh. blood lingers on your fingertips as you bring me back to the surface with a harsh tug on my hair. up and over we go, bile growing, eyes wide, pretending not to care.