June 1, 2017June 1, 2017 by rescatooor B.D. poetry, Uncategorized broken, heartbreak, intoxicated, lost, poem, shit, upset Leave a comment Sugary sickness of the vomit on the beach. Each teardrop so painful it might as well be of blood. So many things to say, All those things to suppress. The surface of my faken tranquility, Only disturbed when no one’s to witness.