Emotion Sickness

The knife in the back struck me ruthless. I bound up the wound as best I was able. I had to get small in my room at the farm And store all my books in the stable. Emotion sickness, Mal de Mer, First cousin to the deep blue sea. She courted me ad nauseum; Made me Vertigo’s sad devotee. While on my knees I noticed the dirt Hard caked on the soles of her feet. I counted my chickens as all wings and legs. And I’m left with a page full of Fabergé eggs.