Red Red Ruby

As though the wizard of oz,
they think sitting behind ribcage
and skull prevents them from being;
or worse, found.

The heart, brain, and spirit cannot be
healed. Unless the two left both provide
said help.

I am Dorothy, and within my thundering
mass I remain the madness, the one of
garish news.

How am I to be helped? When the latest
addition of me is rotten, (by sweets, I'm sure),
the cracks in my itty bitty head swell like balloons and
my chest heaves, ( like stones), each thing
tinging my skin yellow as they protrude
and stretch.

Bricks.