The Little Girl in My Stomach

There is a little girl that lives in my stomach.
She makes little scratches
and sings in mono-gurgle.
Her skin is all under water pearl.
She's a shadow of a little girl.
And she has milky white eyes
and teeth like knives and long stringy hair that falls down to her ankles in layers.
I ask her to please come out. Please come out of my stomach. :i say: Please.
But she won't.

The little girl in my stomach
keeps my heart from falling down there when i'm sad and sorry.
She holds out her hands and pushes it back up. Where it belongs.
She's often bored,
so i tell her to come out. But she never does.

Then one day
i woke up and felt her clambering up my throat.
Her little clawing hands and feet kicking. She crawled right into my mouth and curled up in one of the hollows of my teeth where a filling had fallen out.

She laughed and laughed.
She thought she was very clever.

She eats all my food now. Reaches out with her long scrawny arms and shovels it into her mouth. She eats a lot for such a tiny girl. Now i am always hungry. And my heart almost fell into my stomach once. It's quite lonely in there. In my stomach. With nothing to fill it up or live there anymore. I try putting all sorts of new things inside it to keep it company:

A flower pot
Another planet's moon
Moth balls
An old friend's comfort zone
Cherry pits
Pluto
A dog collar with missing spikes
An empty honey bear bottle
A small bee hive
A dozen roses
Three doilies
A burlap sack with blue laces inside
A robot
Butterfly wings

But nothing could get passed her. My little girl.

I have a dentist appointment on Thursday.
I'm trying to decide if i should warn him
about the little girl
that used to live in my stomach.



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