I am null.
Air escaping afflicted lungs.
I small spike on your sonar...
A demo hiding beneath false advertisement.
Lost after 3 large gulps... and down my eager throat..
10% alcohol, expectoration of cherry love, a bitter sweet aftertaste.
All the small fingers of Bisphenol A whisking away stray hairs from my face.
Heavy eyes, slumberous blankets encompass me.
I crawl inside and hide, raindrops hitting my window.
The sky is crying.
I am indisposed.
NyQuil lullabies sing me into R.E.M.
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