When not knowing is killing you

Within and stews, and then ferments

Into something that makes me sick

Inside my stomach

Gastric acids are so thick

Push their way back out the exit

Puking up the rotten bits

My guts adjust, my innards twist

Heaving like it has no end

Expelling all inside persists

Well beyond the human limit

Until nothing else exists to spit

I’ll lay and twitch in my own vomit

And as I wake up dazed and spent

I’ll remind myself of the bliss not knowing is