I feel sick
Like I ate something I wasn’t supposed to too
But how can that be when I was the one who cooked it?
I put in all of the ingredients myself
Convincing me I could eat these two things together
That they would complement each other
Tasted good going in
But the moment I laid down to rest
It struck me over the head like a hammer
Spewing out like oil as thick as tar
And now here I am
Poisoned by my own doing
I kept playing it over and over again in my head
What could I have possibly mixed in that would eat me from the inside out
I sat up in the bed holding myself for comfort
Because let’s face it, mom can’t help me now
How could I poison myself?
I guess next time I’ll be sure to read the expiration dates
Instead of convincing myself that because it says non-perishable
It’d be safe to blindly let him into my body.