The man in my stomach
Is an angry man

No matter what I do
I can not please him.

So he punishes me,
Tightening his grip on the rope
The rope that controls the trap doors
Separating my esophagus and my stomach

When he pulls
The doors shut
And I cannot eat

Swords in the stomach
Slicing through intestines
Pain in my gut

I think he’s mad at me
Trying to understand
I need to find out

Because maybe
Just maybe
He’ll let go of the rope
And the doors will open with ease


But until then, his anger festers