At the End of the Round-About Street

She could feel it all leaving her.

Could feel every bit of it escaping her body

Or maybe it was coming back

No,

it was definitely leaving her

Pouring from her like a spigot

A loose handle on her faucets

Perhaps,

it’ll stop soon...

Or she’ll end up drowning in it

Choking on her own gushing substances

She felt bile crawl up her throat

It’s putrid smell churned through the air

Like a paper flower

No,

it’s made of sand paper

Scraping down the back of her throat

Rubbing everything worse than raw

Perhaps,

she’ll melt into the sidewalk

Where it ends

And that pretty little red flower grows

She flinched at her sudden movement

Every muscle in her body was succumbing to the end

And then she felt the sensation of flying

No,

falling

Rolling into blackness

The feeling of numb replaced by air

And the taste of pennies

Perhaps,

it’ll be over soon

Or she’ll end up drowning in it

Somehow, that didn’t sound so bad