It starts in my belly.

The wave builds momentum and strength.

It rises slowly and steadily with growing power.

It reaches my throat.

I can’t seem to swallow because of the immense force pushing upwards.

My heart is bleeding a river and my mind, dreaming a typhoon.

My eyes are drowning.

My nose is leaking.

This wave is too intense.

Niagra is rushing downward.

I am pouring into a cup that just won’t fill.