Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #207
Hard, Yellow Lumps
by Belinda Roddie
Hard, yellow lumps and bloodied spittle flew
from my distorted mouth as I doubled
over and coughed right on the ground. I knew
how sick I was. I needed medical
attention, yet here I was, standing right
outside the store, waiting for my father
to come out with his six pack of cheap light
beer and nicotine gum. My sight blurred,
and before I could take another step,
I felt my body hit the pavement. That
was where I woke up, an ache in my lip
and pain like I'd been knocked out with a bat.
My dad was nowhere to be found, so I
stayed still until I heard the sirens' cry.
by Belinda Roddie
Hard, yellow lumps and bloodied spittle flew
from my distorted mouth as I doubled
over and coughed right on the ground. I knew
how sick I was. I needed medical
attention, yet here I was, standing right
outside the store, waiting for my father
to come out with his six pack of cheap light
beer and nicotine gum. My sight blurred,
and before I could take another step,
I felt my body hit the pavement. That
was where I woke up, an ache in my lip
and pain like I'd been knocked out with a bat.
My dad was nowhere to be found, so I
stayed still until I heard the sirens' cry.
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