Nausea Poem by Remya Sasindran

Nausea

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rolling
toiling
crackling warmth
fills my guts,
my senses,
me.

a bubbling bitter Brown brews.
gives sharp pinches of
love,
hate,
guilt,
and me.

tumbling free
in a bottomless pit
filled to the brim,
and frothing still,
swaying,
turning,
burning
me.

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What is the word "TOILING" doing in the poem, in the second line?

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Remya Sasindran

Remya Sasindran

Nilambur, Kerala, India
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