Spinning ‘Round

Her body betrays her time and again,
no one can see; there are no bruises, no
cuts that bleed, just pain, pressure, discomfort
(only relieved by the tiny white pills).
Room-spin threatens her reality,
a moment of dizzy stretches from night
to days, weeks, and more than a month without
reason; she can’t blame it on love or lust
no school-girl crush has her lightheaded, no
fantasy has captured her head and heart.

It’s simply her body, deliberate
to a fault; letting her know to slow down
not expect more than she can give herself
only then will the world stop spinning ‘round.