contractions
sporadic spasming pains.
they came in a sudden wave, gripped me in an iron vice fist and yanked at my intestines
it’s like they’re being yanked for a proper grab or zapped electrically to suddenly contract and freeze in place
as the fist tightens its merciless choking grip and squeezes my intestines and stomach muscles with all its might
suddenly air fills my stomach, is it oxygen? or carbon dioxide? or the combination of other fancied worded gasses?
air fills my stomach that's just contracted and frozen in place in that severely determned unyielding vice grip, with no opportunity left to even just take a meek breath, am rendered immobile, to first pay my undivided attention here of listening to the supreme antics of my gut,
whatever i was doing i just pause and freeze in place with that sensation,
i wait for the painful buildup of gasses that's got nowhere to expand to, as the intestines are convoluted in that vice hold, but they still pass anyway
forcefully unfurling and straightening them in a painful slow, drawn out, long experience.
The carbon dioxide with its hosts of other gasses mix up fast and force their way through the intestines that are held close together in places with severely tightened iron cable tie,
i take a tiny frightened tentative breath anyway and i feel myself adding a layer to that immense pressurized pain
i hold it then as the pain builds in momentum and violent spasms take over with the gripping contracting muscle walls and the imprisoned intestines
am frozen
my eyes close or better yet snap quickly open to see who is watching this drama within me play out
i wait as the pain builds in a crescendo sharp high piercingly
i wait for my stomach to just burst open and my intestines to spurt out in a gush
because that's what's gonna happen anytime now
as the contractions intensify and the gasses bloat me out like a distended air balloon on the very edge of its elasticity, while my intestines are in that mean spiral gripped cable tie
the second am now starting to let out a weakly painful death howl
a sound between a cat caught between thorns that it can’t extricate itself and a high-pitched long drawn out death knell
a pitiful piteous sharp soprano suddenly escaping me in a dying farewell
arrested by the sudden turn of faces that turn to watch me on my death throes.
The gaseous buildup dissipates painfully slowly
just before the gory splatter splash of my intestines all over the colored cold marble,
as my stomach deflates from the torture and the vice grip loosens my intestines out of that cable tie and the excruciating spasming pause
finally momentarily closing my eyes as relief comes dragging its feet from sleep and just a second later turns its back.
My previously distended tummy feels relieved but doesn’t really go back to its normal state
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i feel like that balloon distension just left a permanence as my stomach stays in that state for a good while as i await the next wave of contractions and spasms i need to ride that are a minute away.
It’s a continual ride from the moment the first episode starts to its conclusion without skipping a step,
what changes is where i experience them and what am doing at that particular moment
if its walking i better halt as another step will topple the scale and spill over the brimming pain
if not we’ll have to scoop back in my intestines before they hit the floor, hopefully caught in my wide skirt
the other side of “relief” is going to the toilet, letting out a bubbling and sputtering of air and nothing or tiny somethings that don’t do justice to the mammoth of air and gas weight am lagging in my belly that just wont come out
that isn’t to say am now scot free and freed of the misery
no
i still got to ride it to completion, whenever that is and how long it takes depends on my system flashing out whatever i ingested
let's not forget the gurgling, bubbling, growling, rumbling sounds that escape me
if you’re near me during these episodes just keep looking straight and away not at my back or belly or the parts that most obviously made those sounds and definitely not my face!
let's pretend they don’t exist and the sounds are well, you know, not harmful nor smelly
however long shockingly loud, weird and horrid they sound coming from a human, bear with me.
I know the sounds are like a fattened mean fart, long… very long… and louuudly embarrassing, like inverted farts that got no outlet so they bubble and growl around in my stomach finding the inaccessible intestines and no outlet,
they gurgle and rumble around, reverberating with the sudden loud release making the fight inside palpable as the stomach distention painfully bloats with a coalition of gasses,
the sounds place me at a vulnerable position whereby am kinda exposed to the heavy metal, clashing grating music happening inside me, drawing attention to myself kinda like standing on a tall building with a bullhorn and shouting “listen all! listen to what my belly is doing” with a gigantic red flag waving plastered on my forehead.
they are so bad i die every time they happen, as the audience turns to look at me strange, others move swiftly away expecting the smell that's not forthcoming not to hit them as they’ve been forewarned anyways from a safe distance.
The sudden gripping spasms that freeze me in place act as the stepping stone for wonders to come.
You know the loud sputtering and coughing of an old vehicle when you need to kinda bring it back to life? that's the likeness of the sounds
i can’t do anything about that
they’ll have their rowdy clapping and clashing to see who is the loudest most threatening, off-putting, ugliest sound with ability to catch most of the escaping gas as the deflation happens after their congregated overcrowded meeting with various other mean spirited gasses,
the sounds aid them out like security guards, aggressively pointing the way, and announcing the exit of one or the other in quick succession as they all jostle and push each other to leave in a maddening rush, all vying for the fastest route and first place
as if running away from the wreck inside me.
Indeed, the gasses were trapped as they escape, they release those sounds not out of relief but anger, impatience, irritation, extreme annoyance for being confined without their consent.
The spasming contractions will let up when they best choose to, notice i said “let up” not cleared 100%, some remnants remain alive that aren’t threatening to shatter out of my stomach violently, though one or two hardcore sounds refuse to die or quiet down, surviving in an efort to keep the party going.
later i’ll notice only the trapped gasses great great grandchildren of a further descendant than i could write
still clamoring for release and escaping with those sounds that feel like am bubbling from within or its a drawn out looong loud blast that's just not gonna pass as a fart but sounds like it, poorly muffled in a futile effort to strangle it in its infancy, in a continuous ongoing rumble.
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