Rain-Rusted

At last, another day in the books
and I bid my tear-eyed farewell.
Time to lay down and rest my head,
and forget about the war.

I feel the poison in my guts and know it wants out.
in my chest
through my heart
up my throat,
and burns the back of my mouth
before I send it back with a hard swallow.
let it boil.
I pass out and grind my teeth to powder.

1/2/08 5:01pm