Wretched

Bile comes up,

hard retching.

Fool's cries,

begging not to let me

hurl the contents up.

My stomach so swole.

Empty my bowels out,

what's now empty was full.

The bile is out,

cursed black things falling out.

Sniffled curses,

whimpered cries.

The blackened sludge seems to speak

"die, die, die"

I have returned back to the Earth,

what humans grant to me.

I have returned back to the Earth,

as my body was meant to be.

Holy in one.

One in all,

my mind is no longer seeking the Great Fall.

Wretched thing,

cursed words.

Keep your nasty little birds.

Curl those fingers in on tight,

bare knuckle fists is the only acceptance I'll take tonight.

So before you hurl,

those accursed words.

You better hit me first,

before flipping me the bird.