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.