Tonight's Poet Corner: Beasts In My Belly
Beasts In My Belly by Belinda Roddie Paint my innards blue so that they can be tricked into cooling down like ice in an acidic cavern. Help me roll over onto my side so that the pain feels less like knives and more like stones pressing into my soul. Brew a tea strong enough to scare away the dragons roosting on the hot coals of my stomach; their claws scrape against my intestines. I can hardly stand up for fear that they will scorch my insides with their flaming breath. Here, I see you brought me a green rubbery tablet or two. I gulp them down, and they descend like weary eyes observing the scene. When I fall asleep tonight, you will hold me as usual. You will cradle the pain against the crooks of your elbows, attempting to silence its bellows with a lullaby.