Betrayal

I’m feeling betrayed. It’s like having a dead body draped over my shoulders, its weight squashing  my lungs so that breathing requires deliberation. It doesn’t come natural. Nothing’s natural. Not even digestion. My stomach acts like it’s defending itself against tainted foreign matter.

Okay, I started the exercise. Can you add your two cents? How does your body respond to betrayal?

Please leave a comment to help me collect material for my writing.  Today I’m looking for descriptions of the kinds of physical reactions people have when they suffer betrayal.  Tomorrow it’ll be something fun – like what does your body do when you’re feeling joy?

Thanks for your contributions to my quest to create great literature.