My Tummy
It is like a coiled snake.
A hollow nothingness.
A deep dark black hole.
The smudge that remains after an eraser has tried to rub out a mistake.
A physical feeling of impending doom.
Anxiety for I know not what.
My head
Worries
Money
Lack of motivation
The state of the house
The ironing pile
The inability to make decisions (even the smallest one over what to cook for lunch)
My heath
The lack of jobs in the big bad world
The summer
The boys
My mum
Apathy
My Heart
It aches
It weeps
It wants to stop beating
It is heavy in my chest
Jumping in to my throat
Me
The tears fall hot and heavy
The anger is subsiding, being replaced by floods of salty water
I can not stop them
They are ever present
For no reason and for every reason
