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My senses take a wild ride when I lose a job I wanted... |
| A sickening swirl floods my system As I watch my chance slip away The job I wanted Now belongs to... him. I press my lips Into some form of a smile A grimace, really Trying to play the forever friend... My ears begin to ring As I feel my senses careen out of control The churning in my gut Swells and threatens To let the nausea Project the contents Of my stomach outward. I pray it lands on... him. Sweet justice in the form Of my lunch... I watch him laugh Taking in the attention That was due me My hungry ambition takes another blow. I slink back into the corner Hiding behind the shadow That grows with the putrid festering That lines my heart. The room spins again And I shuffle away Trying to hide. My balance wavers and my vision blurs I want off this spun out carousel. 33 lines. carousel and envy (and some anger as well) Prompt for: Jan 25, 2016 (Fyn) ▶︎ |