ice hot white and cold,
i lie awake at night.
cant trust my gut,
it's never right.
it hurts,
you bet, always telling me what's wrong,
an ill formed body.
sweat building on the brows,
above trembling lip-
this is all too familiar all the time,
what a trip.
the anxiety and the dread,
swallowed like bile,
brew silently instead.
a fist below the ribs,
white hot coal within,
stomachache.