I coughed up everything I'd forgotten about.
I remembered them when my throat itched the next day,
vomited up what I felt I could muster.
Cold like the day before.
Ice from my center
that my stomach couldn't warm.
The bite of acid wasn't there
and snow fell from my mouth,
crystallized individuality in each flake.
Jaw clenched, tension, and locked.
I forgot to hold my tongue
and swallowed it down
choking as it went.
4/17/2017
Riley Welch
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