Nausea

Tight and twisted, violent churning

Hot and dark, acid burning

Mouth is watering, fingers yearning

Let it spill out, water whirling

 

Take it down, then let it flow

Keep it quiet, so no one knows

And oh it burns, but even so

It’s the sweet release, of letting go

 

Cover the tracks, so no one sees

Don’t kneel down, no bruising knees

It’s not a problem, not a disease

I don’t need your “expertise”