A tight ball
at the pit of my stomach.
Burning bright.
Growing larger by the minute.
Breath deep.
Stay in control.
Growing out of my control.
It eats at my insides tearing,
ripping
Can't hold it in anymore.
It slowly spreads through my body.
Consuming it whole
  like cancer.
Can't lose control,
can't.
Give up, no choice.
It seeps into my brain,
fogs up my thinking.
Envelopes me
in its hot embrace.
It's strangely comforting.
Like coming home after a
long journey.