Disgust.

I like this disgust swelling in me, 

Pulsating like heartbeats; steady and sure. 

Burning up my insides akin to a volcano waiting to erupt. 

I like this turbulence

I like how I am jolted back to reality. 

Like walking out of the theater after 'Gravity'

No, it is not bad, if you come to think of it. 

I have given flesh and bones to this mythical drama. 

I have worked on the cast, written the story; 

Rehearsed the script. 

I like this disgust that is swelling inside of me; 

because this is not the event, it is the after-after party.

The aftermath, 

Walking the walk of shame the morning after. 

I am waiting for water to spill over; 

I will blame the glass for its limitations. 

I am waiting for the volcano to erupt. 

I will then blame my heart for its cowardice.