Her stomach was about to burst. For days she had this gurgling feeling tugging at her sides. It felt like miniature tennis balls bouncing all along the walls of her insides. It was like massive bubbles created out of thin air for the simple function of popping against the walls of her inside. Hey! I’m a bubble in here! Feel me! POP! They weren’t painful, they were hollow, but there were so many of them. The feeling was overwhelming.
She needed to vomit.
She really did feel like she was about to burst. These things bouncing in her stomach were growing bigger, she could feel it. She stumbled along the sidewalk, eyeing crack after crack on the ground. “Focus. You can’t spill it all out here. You cant,” she told herself.
“Hey there dear! How are you doing?” He couldn’t see the pale look on her face. How could he? He had a cloud heavy with rain atop his head.
“I’m not feeling like myse-” she started but he continued, “It’s so hard being under this torrential downpour! It won’t let up! I’m going insane!”
She listened as best she could, she tried to suppress the feeling building inside her. She wasn’t going to be able to hold this for much longer. She nodded at the man without able to say another word. She saw how he wouldn’t be able to hear a thing. The man continued down the sidewalk without looking back at her.
She still needed to find her release.
She reached into her back pocket, feeling something creeping up along her trachea. Oh shit, she thought. She fingered the paper in her back pocket and grabbed at the edge and forced it out with a tug. She unraveled the paper and in that instant her mouth opened against her will and out came the thousand wretched winged insects that were eating her up inside.