Sometimes for no reason.
Sometimes.
My stomach turns in the middle of the night and I fear.
And I leap out of bed.
And I run to the bathroom.
And I lean over the toilet.
And sometimes there is acid.
Bile from deep down.
Bile buried deep from years of regret.
And sometimes there is just the taste.
Just the smell.
And I realize how close I got.
And sometimes there is nothing at all.