Laughter sinister

She laughed and she laughed
doubling up on the floor
her stomach aching with strain
but she could not help it
the laughter kept coming out of her, merciless.
Her eyes watered and she slapped the floor
a fair few times,
begging between hiccups for it to stop
she could no longer remember why she had laughed
so uncontrollably in the first place
and she held her raw tummy, for God’s sake
barely able to breathe another gulp.
Why was she laughing so?
She looked around still shaking on the floor
and several people just stood staring at her so.
‘What?’ she asked, finally slowing down
feeling her muscles relax for once,
‘What are you all staring at?’ she managed in a rasp
but saw faces stilled in gloom and shock
staring at her, or the floor just behind.
‘What?’ she almost snapped and turned around.
What were they looking at?
and there, at the sight she almost lost her breath again,
but how funny it was she felt no air.
What had been so funny back then?
She just lay motionless on the floor
with a medic above her form.
What had been so funny, she’d never know.

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