A.R.R.H.

A.R.R.H.

twisting
turning

pulling

excruciating in my gut

resists the want of food

or not want

the thick, luscious

velvet buttercup

but not for me

instead a crushing titanium

 the pressure burning

into my temples

my vision is like

I don’t have

my glasses on

tearing resumes,

wrenching every part of me

swimming in heat

and I sit

with my head between

my knees

lungs empty of breath

like two flat

paper bags

moments

seconds

years pass

and I breathe deeply

flat dry air as the

pressure ebbs

and I lie in the haze

and close my eyes

© Amanda Hall

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