Knots (#58 of 365)

Knotted short story.

My stomach cramps. It’s full and quivers. It ties like a balloon animal. The knots pull tighter and bile swells in my stomach. The sour sores up my throat and I cough it back down. I hug myself and curl in a ball. I shut my weeping eyes and rise above the pain.

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