Vomit Poetry Challenge [ Day 2]: drips of salt swimming on my taste buds

30-Day Vomit Poetry Challenge: Day 2. No stops, no deletes, no edits–just write and keep writing. Publish as it is.

drips of salt swimming on my taste buds
my shoulders are nailed in, needled
whiplashed–in sync with
the ticking of the clock
the screamo tanks droning
somebody save me from drowning
in this waterless siege
stress is a funny thing
it grows juicier and fatter with
a light heart and tender dreams
only coffee
only coffee will save me

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