I have insulted my bladder.
It sulks and spits at me,
testifying through the night.

It is the reason my eyes carry baggage. 
They are over the weight limit yet 
I still commit treason to carry them.

The truth is,
I am given no choice.
My bladder holds me hostage so it can ache when it pleases.

It uses bondage to squeeze my mouth shut.
Sometimes, my bladder takes me outside (which sounds nice)
until it hits every

bump
hole
and rut 

that it can find.
It then drags my bonded body through the process again;
or for however long my bladder desires.

It sometimes leaves me alone.
Instead of sickly poison, 
tranquility shoots through my brain.

But before too long,

my bladder swells in like a tsunami; crashing with the wind.
My only hope is the calm will follow after the storm and not before.
At least then, I can have some comfort after

I have been hit by its debris.