Nausea
It's calling me
Nausea
Won't leave me
Be
Nausea just becomes me
i kiss your forehead you kiss my neck, we dance as the kettle clicks and we have a nice cup of tea and a sit
Blood spills
and no one cares.
Blood spills
and everyone acts like they always have.
Another rebellion
muzzled by the fists of the state.
But look at the pretty pictures on your scroll. Look at the pretty people in a row as they accept their awards and bow to God and mothers and fathers.
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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