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Fire

I can’t sleep again tonight. I close my eyes, roll over, but all I can feel Is the burning sensation of acid In my throat. My chest is on fire. Thanks, chicken parmesan With way too much tomato sauce. I can’t complain—it was the first ‘outside food’ I had eaten in 84 days. Thanks, gastroesophageal reflux disease— A mild inconvenience at best, A hindrance to sleep at worst. My body slowly rises, blindly grasping for my phone and earbuds. 70s soft rock calls my name, And I close my eyes once again. Though the burning in my heart shifts To reasons unrelated to acid As I think about recent news, I begin to count my blessings. My chest is on fire, but I can breathe.

Fire

I can’t sleep again tonight. I close my eyes, roll over, but all I can feel Is the burning sensation of acid In my throat. My chest is on...