Diarrhœa

diarrhœa

griping pains

tighter than butterflies

but not quite a punch

now twisting quickly

now swaying slowly

as if on a roller-coaster

building up for

an imminent purge

and then

unexpectedly

all is calm

stomach noises

quieten

beginning to relax

farting indiscriminately

not quite there

then resurge

the tumbling restarts

my butt-crack

and sacrum

moisten

uncomfortably

briefs sticking

to clammy flesh

and I rush

to the water closet

an odd mix

of constipatory

anxiety

before the release

splattering

to flatulent

accompaniment

and the acrid stench

screwing my nose

in disgust

then more

several repetitions

before

my bladder

releases its store

of unwanted waste

at this point

beginning to pull off the reams

of toilet tissue

a requirement

for cleaning off the mess

of excrement

on my buttock cheeks

my much abused rosebud

begins to feel raw

from the roughness

of even the softest

papers

sometimes so sore

that I bleed

having removed

sufficient detritus

I start to use

the wet wipes

tugging

at any fæcal matter

still clinging

voraciously

to anal hairs

finally

noting the all-clear

no more lurid smears

I can pull up my pants

and flush

occasionally

catching unwanted sight

of expunged flotsam

once the torrent

has passed

I am

ready

to scrub

the dirtied bowl

and a final rinse

of disinfectant

or bleach

hopefully

killing all known germs

and re-instating

hygiene

just waiting

for the next event

as daily

multiple trips

to the lavatory