Sunday, June 6, 2010

Faint

You're dizzy, you're nauseous.
Life gets fuzzy, like a 1920's picture.

Lean over, close your eyes.
Wake up, the ceiling is in view.

How did you get there?
The floor is a cool paradise.

Cold sweat sits on your face.
Fear and embarrassment rush through you.

Pain swells your head and tongue.
Don't get up, you're faint.