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The bug

In by Wyatt on September 17, 2010 at 5:47 pm

Gurgles. That freefall feeling at the back of your throat. A lurch. It’s dark, warm. Under the blankets it’s hot not cozy. The truth hits. You need to get up. Now.

You roll off, out, up. Open the door. Calmly approach the bathroom. Vertigo and your face falls into the vortex of the porcelain toilet bowl. It couldn’t matter less whether it was clean or not. Total blankness in the mind, a cool assertion. Beads collect on your brow. And your abdomen implodes like a neutron star, forcing everything up beyond the thorax, out. Spit it out. Out out out.

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  1. Yuck. “..your abdomen implodes like a neutron star..”

  2. awwww…!

  3. awwww…! :\

  4. I like the last line. Very good use of repetition (and probably necessary at the time).

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