Oh god...You can't stop it

Its coming out like vomit

It tatse worse than the bitterest of pills

You feel it bubbling in your stomach

Red hot and malicious

IT HURTS!

It twists and turns as it works its way up

You try to force it back down

Time after time you try to shallow it back down

But its still crawling up, gripping at your inside and tearing you apart

It hurts!

You try not to panic but you do

Try as you might the fear and pain is real, so very real

Its closer now, almost to your mouth, it turns your mouth sour and you blanch at the taste

It hurts?

You cover your mouth and double over

It does you no good, you can feel it seeping through your fingers

...it hurts

You look at the puddles it has created, black sluge that turns into beautiful swirls of colors and light

Why does it hurt?

Your hands drop as more liquid comes up, this time more colorful than black

...it doesn't hurt

The taste has bled into something sweeter

You watch as the liquid makes its way across the floor

It doesn't hurt?

It moves has if its alive, a river of color snaking towards the open window

You make a move to close the window but its too late

You watch in awe as it crawls up and out...into the outside world

It doesn't hurt!

It takes you a while to realize that the once gushing waterfall is now just a few drips that you wipe off your chin

 Out the window you see the stuff skitter through the grass

It leaves bright colors on the other wise dull white grass, you feel your hand grow warm

Color

IT DOESN'T HURT!

Your hand is colored, you see the color crawl up your arm

Blues, greens, reds, pinks

It covers your body, there are screams outside

Out the window the world is being colored by your liquid

It is beautiful, people look around them as blacks and whites are over taken by color some cheer orthers cry.

You can't stop it...but why should you?