Everything I eat burns.
I must choke back lies,
swallow them whole.
And I feel guilt settling in the lining of my stomach,
for things I know not of.
But I know I am not well.
I can feel it in my flushed cheeks
and swollen belly.
I am pregnant with the feeling of misery and exhaust.
I am disgusted with myself.
And do not remember how to breath.
Every night,
each nightmare is a new one.
I am woken from my sleep,
the back of my throat burning,
my stomach retching.
I’ve been drinking oceans,
to set back these tiny fires.
I know no better way to put them out.
My dog scratches my face,
I wake up.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 9:37 PM UTC
Everything I eat burns.
I must choke back lies,
swallow them whole.
And I feel guilt settling in the lining of my stomach,
for things I know not of.
But I know I am not well.
I can feel it in my flushed cheeks
and swollen belly.
I am pregnant with the feeling of misery and exhaust.
I am disgusted with myself.
And do not remember how to breath.
Every night,
each nightmare is a new one.
I am woken from my sleep,
the back of my throat burning,
my stomach retching.
I’ve been drinking oceans,
to set back these tiny fires.
I know no better way to put them out.
My dog scratches my face,
I wake up.
