Acid Tornado

There is an acid tornado in my stomach
My blood churns and boils and flows over the jagged lava rocks just below my skin
My heart is a volcano that irrupts at 150 beats per minute straight to my brain
My brain is a lightning rod that channels each strike into my bones, coursing through to my feet
My fingertips go numb as they are electrified and bursting with lava flow
I put my hands on my head, my head between my knees, and beg the pulsing anxiety to slow
My hair is on fire now, the lightning rod smoking, determinately catching each strike from the storm cloud above my head
I beg for resolution,
    I beg for an answer
         with no luck but with grace
            the thundering cloud above my head begins to rain
                                                 and at last there the fire is cooled
                                                                                           And for now                          
                                                                                            there is peace.