• I feel sick inside,
    Like a soda bottle dropped and shaken up.
    Fizz, fizz, and slowly it dies down.
    That’s exactly how I feel.
    Shake me up until my stomach churns,
    Until nausea overwhelms me
    And I spin despite the darkness
    I make by closing my eyes to the world.
    My insides are screaming at me,
    Angry at the lack of medicine
    But I have none that can help.
    I open my eyes to the world,
    And I forget that the light exists
    Blinding myself in my ignorance.
    It’s hard to smile when one feels like this.
    Mixed up, dizzy, confused, miserable.
    Something inside of me says to run…

    …and so I run.

    Away from the crowds of people
    And into some form of solitary confinement.
    I lock the door and feel glad to be alone,
    But that sensation lasts for only a fleeting moment.
    I double over and something escapes from me…

    That something happens to be my lunch.