c.w final #1

Acid Reflux

every night it’s the same ordeal
it takes her hours of tossing and turning
to finally reach that deep, sweet sleep
then right around midnight
by some curse or voodoo
she begins to awake
every hour on the hour

choking on the acid that
has climbed up her throat
she cries and waddles
as fast as she can
to the toilet and spits
out the fiery fluid

her throat burns like the
injustice of the situation
she chugs a glass then a second
of bathroom tap water
but she cannot kill the burn and
the taste of bile remains as fresh
as her frustration towards God
and this unborn baby

and as foul as her anger for the
boy who put her here