A SICKENING CHURNING unsettles her belly.
Gripping her midsection, Kisiluri wishes it away. But it gurgles and scolds: she should have known better, she should have done better, what point was there getting up early if she wasn’t going to use it well?
Biting her lip, she curls into a ball.
Written: 18 Sept 2015
Inspired: Kisiluri + life