It sits in your gut
sometimes
rumbling
and rolling as rough
as the sea
It sits in your chest
sometimes
throbbing
beating your blood
right through your veins
It sits in your throat
sometimes
scratching your itchy
vocal chords
until you scream
its song
It sits in your tongue
sometimes
strong
yet
always trapped
It sits in your head
all the time
dancing
an apocalypse party
that never
ever
ends.
