colons and dashes

The whole house is fighting over the toilet
There is a queue to see what you had for dinner
Dinner has undergone metamorphosis and is somewhat unrecognisable

Reverse metamorphosis though -
not a creepy caterpillar to an elegant butterfly but
from something worth paying $65.00 for, to a revolting
half-liquid mass sprawling seductively all over the toilet bowl (some of it)
although mostly basking on the bathroom floor
clinging like some importunate lover to your matted hair
and swinging sloppily off your chin.

Your toilet bowl stance:
bent and subservient
submitting your body to some crazy hot-flushed ache
shoulder blades, lower back seeping damp patches of spent energy
trying to recuperate; suddenly still after
involuntary violent jolts and harsh curved shapes in your spine
you feel it swarm through your body in sequence

Until afterward.
For all the contortion you feel an odd kind of 'better' ...

until the next sickness expands itself in your gut
gnawing away at your delicate immune system which you have taken
so many pills to protect
realising even the doctor can't help you when you are clutching porcelain
It is just you and that erratic bloody target of a toilet bowl jumping all around the damn bathroom

You better watch your healthy round back while you are bent over my dear
because I can guarantee
there is at least one other person standing in the doorway
watching the caterpillars erupt from your throat
housing a nervous system full of lithium, ready to
claim the toilet-throne for their own viewing pleasure
willing to bump heads
prepared to endure that vile green-brown taste
The smell is not great but the
power of being in this position
is inconceivable.