Help! Poem by Christina Simmons

Stomach is swollen like a blown up balloon
It's not that I eat like a horse - nor late at night
Full to the brim - after very small amount? It's not as if I gluttonously indulged. Neither care entertaining the idea!

What must I do to flatten tummy - preventing
it from going hay-wire - clenching, knotting and
Growling aloud for all and sundry to hear; stop from making a sound? Inflate like yeast in flour

Full of hot air: its ready to burst at the seams
So nauseating bringing up every measles? Vile tasting
Try not to swallow - bitter-sweet buds in my mouth
Seeing double; not alone, presence is surrounding me

Warm and airy; tongue is like a burden - heavy piece of
muscle: doesn't shift only sits in there; wishing it were LOVED
Touching twisting around another light-minded soul
Spiritual body like mine? Not taking NO for an answer; hurts so bad

Dare not stare at the blisters at the neck and tip
A metallic sensation, just desire to bite; slowly
drifting to sleep, eyes popping out of their sockets - stinging
like MAD shutting closed; bumping into walls - walking sideways

Puffing - shortness of breath - fatigue together with weariness
Shoulders downtrend! Literally burning with anger!
Lopsided - tilting; remains in constance vexation!
Dare gasp in astonishment; staying tuned TOMORROW
always come - never letting me down











4/5/15
Sylvestina Simmons