Sloshing organs

In which I navel gaze

In this bag of sloshing organs, something is awry.

It snuck in one night, to creep through shadowed muscle.

Pain shudders from every pad,

While fairytale sleep wends around its tail. 

It curls around my cheekbone,

Burrows into my back,

Nestles against my hip,

And savages my body.

It is a shy beast, this creature, eluding test and scan.

Trace undetectable.

Aside from the outline burned into my life.

Every action considered:

Every seat snagged, sleep grabbed, bus taken, Tube ridden,

Food eaten, song sung, every stress, cry, laugh, love – 

In this bag of sloshing organs, something is awry.

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