I found a creative writing journal that I started in 2008. One of the last entries that year is a poem that I wrote titled “Nauseated.” I experienced severe morning sickness with each of my three pregnancies. In the span of 5 years I was vomiting through at least 10 of those months. Perhaps that is why I would write something like this. (Warning: It’s a bit graphic.)
[typography font="Droid Serif" size="16" size_format="px"]Nauseated
Stomach is turning
upside down
all around
churning
swooshing, sloshing
knock. knock. knock.
here it comes
better run
need to make it
pull hair back
QUICK!
lift the lid
Oh!
pink, red, yellow chunks
what did I eat?
Tropical punch doesn’t
taste bad coming up
Am I done?
Get it all out.
Blow my nose.
One more hack.
Yep, all done
Minty fresh again
Hello, pillow
Don’t. Move.
