Three stomachs. Ones beaten. Ones hollowing. Ones filling with blood.Itll heal. Just monitor it. Sounds like stress. Stomach follows three parallel lives, winding in and out of doctors appointments, raw instinct and hope. This satirical, gut puncher is a mapping through the mind and body of female existence. Instinct and butterflies. Enzymes and acids. Gut tangled, and untangled.
