Peacocks somersault in my stomach
Their beaks pecking painfully at my abdomen
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
I count each breath I take
If I don't calm down
My breakfast will come back up
And Dad won't appreciate that
Especially in his new Toyota Camry
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten
I'm actually hyperventilating
Never should have joked about it
Now I seriously can't breathe
My stomach's not just gurgling
Those sounds have got to be gibberish
Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen
I'm trying but I can't ignore it
Peacocks somersaulting
Beaks pecking
Lungs failing
Make it stop!
Their beaks pecking painfully at my abdomen
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
I count each breath I take
If I don't calm down
My breakfast will come back up
And Dad won't appreciate that
Especially in his new Toyota Camry
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten
I'm actually hyperventilating
Never should have joked about it
Now I seriously can't breathe
My stomach's not just gurgling
Those sounds have got to be gibberish
Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen
I'm trying but I can't ignore it
Peacocks somersaulting
Beaks pecking
Lungs failing
Make it stop!
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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