A Stomach’s Curse

A plate is set in front of me on the table, my favorite meal,

I go to take a bite but hesitate, what if I’m not able? I take a bite. Suddenly there’s a knife, stabbing me. It’s twisting inside me. 

The nausea washes over me in waves. I crumple into a ball on the floor and wait, The pain only relieved with time 

I sit up and force myself to eat. Holding back tears and nausea. Each bite is agony. 

A few hours later, the stabbing stops and I feel I can breathe again. I’m bloated and my stomach feels heavy and my heart is racing. Life slowly fades to normal but I’m scared. I love food, and yet I live in fear of the next meal

Oh why must my body stop digesting food on its own whim? Why must this be my curse forever?

-Giusiana