Bloated tummies

Sometimes we wake up with bloated tummies.

Heavy and sore from fired coal

tossing and turning

filling our stomachs with hot air


We throw amber coals to others’ windows

The blinds are drawn

We are invisible but no one can ignore our heat


My tummy has been dormant for months

Today it ignites with familiar evil

I’m lining a trail from your window to my tummy with ashes

It’s safe to draw the blinds up now


Amber coals have been crushed to grey ashes.

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