A cold steel ball in my stomach

  It sits right at the bottom

  Crushes the lining under its weight

  Threatens to tear through

  A twitch in the back of my skull

  Don't look that way

  Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

  What would people think?

  Eyes in front, or down at your feet

  A jolt down my spine

  It aches for response

  Demands movement and expression

  Runs back and forth, faster and faster, going nowhere

  Fire burning under my skin

  Turning red, turning damp

  Warning sirens only I can hear wail

  Overheating, combusting

  What?

  Nothing, nothing

  Don't worry about it

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