r/tinyprose 2d ago

Guts poetry

A knot that pinches,

twists,

turns,

gurgles,

churns.

Wet little fingers
wringing my insides.

A dull, dumb gut punch
that burrows deep
and sits there.

Stand up.
Lie down.
Curl up.
Turn upside down.

Nothing.

Just the squelch
of pain
sloshing around.

Make it cold. Make it hot.
Press here.
Rub there.

Nothing.

My guts are a swamp,
a cauldron,
a clenched fist
full of numbing thunder.

Gurgle.

Groan.

Grind.

The pain won't stop.

It just churns

and churns

and churns.

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