This is the feeling of bile of a cursed unrequited love for millennia
of hunger the following morning after a “full” meal as ecstasy’s lingering impact on a newbie’s stomach when you can feel and taste the dysgeusia
of an object by its design and innovation tempting you to disrupt its inertia
of suicide over positive thoughts
of anxiety creeping above and on you like soft electric shocks
of mom not returning
of an unfinished orgasm.