Aftertaste

You left an agonizing feeling
in the pit of my stomach.
Not a hurtful one,
not an angry one,
one like I'd eaten greasy food,
and had to stop just before the vomit.

Your splurge of words, coming
back to haunt me.
An oily dissatisfaction oozing~
to the spew they are,
they were,
and will be.