I hear the roar of my stomach,
boisterous and bold.
The emptiness fills me with hollowness.

I feel my bare feet press against the brisk wood floors,
thumping and tramping.
My stomach awaits stuffing.

I swing open the door to the freezer,
flustered and frail.
My head throbs as I glance at the options.

Emotions tear through my head,
sadness and sorrow,
attempting to push all feelings away.

I grasp the ice cream firmly—mint chocolate chip.
Comfort and contentment,
as I curl up on the cushioned couch and begin devouring.
I become the ice cream inside and out,
frozen and frigid,
as my pain simmers like a heated pot on a stove.

I see my stomach inflate,
burst and broaden,
while my tears abruptly stop.

I feel my bare feet press against the brisk wood floors,
scuffing and stomping,
as I return the mint chocolate chip ice cream back to the freezer.

I feel the peace of my stomach
silent and still,
filled with prosperity and pleasence.