RUMINATIONS OF A BLOATED, ALBEIT POSSIBLY RECOVERING, HYPOCHONDRIAC 

My throat feels weird,

My joints are stiff,

My belly is distended,

Everything’s just as I feared,

Won’t function as intended,

Still, I hold my panic back,

Knowing this too will likely pass,

Except that one time with the heartattack,

It’s usually just gas.

Words, words, glorious words! Give me all of your words!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s