Swirling tides roar
Air rumbles and crackles
Bitterness rises
A stomach bent on anarchy.
poem- tempest August 13, 2016
Swirling tides roar
Air rumbles and crackles
Bitterness rises
A stomach bent on anarchy.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Now that’s a wicked tempest!
Indeed!
Food grade lavender or peppermint, ought to bring about order in the gut.
It’s okay today.