Innards

I once wrote a poem when I was drunk. I don't remember it all because I wrote it years ago on the inside cover of my sister's copy of The Bell Jar. She found the poem last year and I read it again. I forget all the words...I forget most of the poem, but there is a part in there where I wrote "somewhere between my liver and guts." Yep, that place between my liver and guts is what I am now exposing. Who knows, others may never read this, but to show that place takes guts. Here I am people, firmly holding my skin, stretching the sides of my stomach until it rips, letting blood and bile spill out, gushy and mushy, off the inside cover of a hidden book and on the internet for all to see.