A Filthy Dance

His heart pounded in his chest and his ears rang. He was in hell. He was sure of it. This moment; with this feeling of sickness, and pure hatred for what he felt, was hell. Welcome to hell.

No vomit came from his stomach. No vomit came from his throat and no vomit came from his mouth. His mid-section wretched up and down looking like an October cat in a filthy dance.

-This is an excerpt from my book. To learn more please visit:

https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/my-book/

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