internal martyr

My hair is tied back and my face is down in the john. This stomach bug is growing; it’s growing inside of me. Her arms firmly pressed around me; with confidence And guidance, I can’t tell if she has doubts. While it’s growing inside of me, this isn’t a bug inside of me. Little time to think, my conscience is cloudy, my thoughts are dark. It’s growing inside of me, quickly inside of me. Eating this pill, clutching my gut, Karma is vindictive. I can feel it inside of me, dying inside of me. The room is frozen, like time itself. No clocks are ticking, no good news to be giving. Is it still inside of me, why is it still inside of me? Cold metal table, white gowns leather straps, Drugs are inside of me, pumping inside of me. My eyes open to pain, what have they done Nothing is inside of me, just darkness inside of me.