The Day I Get So Much Diarrhea
TW: Physical Sickness
to the point where I have to take an Imodium
to clear out the bees stuck in my intestines,
the beehive of my stomach,
when there’s no more room left
The bile rises like a train on tracks
going 150 mph,
another train going in the opposite direction,
in how many miles will they meet?
Hopefully never but the true answer is always.
I swallow it back down in an attempt
to gaslight myself,
pretend that I’m fine
when a thousand bees are stinging my insides
and only getting louder in their anger.