Encore, or: Twist distressingly

A Cadae poem again, I throw up everything ugh stomach twists in pain lying down, nausea rolls over me once more sitting upon couch instead restless sleep takes me emotions twist distressingly wild dream sequences punctuated with pain; awake, tasting bitter bile retching, another encore Cadae? Strophic: 5 strophes, each containing the number of lines … Continue reading Encore, or: Twist distressingly