Swallowed

Stones, Mortar, and brick Nowhere to turn without feeling sick, stoned To my stomach A bottomless pit Unheard, smothered by a thousand succinct voices' verbose drone Speaking as they spew toxic, putrid bile in the pit of my stomach Plummeting, swirling dizzily in circles - a cyclone - cyclically, alone Booming, the whispering silence of lucidity's susurrate disruption weighs heavily on my thoughts, placidly as it sits Like boulders, slowly sinking deeper into quicksand - the bottomless pit of my stomach Swallowed by immovable, inescapable stones, Mortar, and brick