Stomach twist,
I feel sick,
head whirls, and
I am taken on a ride.
Colors blur,
everything spins,
“Enjoy the ride.”
the voice echos.
Faking fine
comes natural,
as I am torn
apart inside.
Stomach is
being ripped
to shreds.
Lungs are being
squeezed
until no
breath escapes.
Dizzy drunk
from spinning
like kids
on a playground.
The ride isn’t over.
“Keep it together.”
“Control must be won.”
Kim Sealock
10-18-19
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