A Throwaway Comment

Mottled purple to bluish hues mesh

behind my chest,

Blood boils and bumps from rib to

rib,

A screech bubbles in my throat,

Threatens to spit venom you’ve

provoked.

Love interchanging with hate,

Pink blush bursting into seething

red mist.

All I wanted to do was

sleep.

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