Treason And Heartburn
All the poison
Pain and anxiety
Reflected on the outside.
Struggling to keep a calm composure
Even though I feel
My interiors are on fire.
Everything from corpuscles, plasma,
And tissue revolting
My body trying to heal a world
That couldn’t fit me any longer
In my bed, I collapsed and lay
Folded as a plant in winters;
All mandates of manners forgotten.
To only hear the sounds
Of my stomach churning sickeningly!
Ah, lord!! I hate it when
I suffer from acidity & heartburn…!!!