Gurgling in my stomach
making its way up through my chest
until its clenched in the back of my throat,
wanting a new location knowing there’s only one way out.
Starting off as a cackle it grows depth
it grows deep
it becomes as loud as the bell
interrupting much-needed sleep,
it has rhythm, soul, grit.
It escapes with a vengeance
searching for its heartless victim,
yet it will come out long, hard, strong, peaceful.
It pulsates, strengthens from the inner glow
lined with dreams and hope within the core of my body
connected like an invisible string.
It will flourish, when I flourish
Let’s be honest,
sometimes it takes every inch of every bone
in my carelessly contorted body to hear it again.
Starting from the back of my throat,
a meek squeak escapes,
sucked clean of all soul,
a dry towel looking to quench another’s
dying desire for it’s presence.
My mouth brick ups, I tell myself
“just smile baby.”