The Belly of the Beast

I feel heavy,
Dragged down,
Sucked into a pit.

My head aches,
Thoughts in a tangle,
Completely congested.

No struggle down there,
Stony silence –
Destroys my calm alright.

Damp, dark acid
Floods my throat,
No breathing possible.

A moment of panic –
Should I hold back?
No. Not even I can stomach you.

© jsmorgane (Nov 09)

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