VERBOSE • hell, ryder lake, bc • 2003.04.2
Sharp cramps stab digestive organs, releasing volumes of gas for all to catch wafts of. A human's consciousness rides 50 trillion cells of malfunctioning carnal body to a symphony of hellish imagery.
Feels like sombody just punched me in the stomach.
Belches reveal familiar aromas of partially decayed food consumed earlier in the day, as bubbles rise through chunks in a pressurized stomach.
It's hard to breath- digestive acids invade my throat.
Litres of liquid offer no releif, refusing to enter the intestines. They boldly declare their presence, sloshing audibly with every sway.
I drop what I'm doing and run.
A quick dash to the toilet is followed by violent noises. Then a moment of staring blankly into the bowl wondering how that much dig could physically fit in a body without painful explosions.