Rid Me of This Feeling, Doctor

not a feeling of nausea
but something churns in my stomach
accelerating from my brain
like a wave frozen
in mid-air
giving the pedestrians time to
admire the beauty of the wave
and relieve them
of reasons to run away
like a tornado
touching to the ground and
not moving but improving
the conscience and studies to find
is what I feel
this unique creature crawls up my throat
it rings aloud with every note
the therapist wears distaste on her face
she makes a note on her page
as the word starts to connect in my brain
as the wave heightens
and the tornado opens up
"creati-,"I start
but interrupted by a generic face
handing me some pills to take

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