You make me see colors.
The vivids slice my vision
Drip down my cones and rods.
Colors and light,
Heat.
I've never been so sick to my stomach.
White clouds build up
Block out the greens and blues
The reds and yellows
The white cuts off all other sensations
Every feeling except nausea
Heat.
And right before I fall flat on my face
The white disappears behind black
An inky sheet
A dripping heat
And I don't know if I'll ever come back.
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