Sunday, 15 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 15: Fighting the urge to vomit

The needle threatens,
taking me as its own personal challenge.

Cold as fire and hot as ice,
it teases my vagus nerve
to tip me over nausea's edge.

I flush and shudder
as my vision blurs.

The syncope wins;
the triumphant needle in the bin.

3 comments:

Michele Vecchitto said...

Great imagery!

Maria L Berg said...

I learned all sorts of stuff from this poem. Thank you.

Dawn D said...

I love the "Cold as fire and hot as ice"
Well done!