Heartburn Acid

Spit lava flows, my chest ignite — eruption,

Stomach's rebellion, gastric destruction.

Burp brimstone, hell in my throat’s junction,

Chained to this fire, no function, just combustion.

Heartburn acid, burnin' up tragic,

My esophagus stretched—elastic.

Flames crawl up, acidic magic,

A dragon bred from late-night habits.

No antacid to end this heatwave session,

Last burrito turned my life to confession.

Sour tongues, they clash, no intercession,

Every meal—a combustion profession.

Steamed dreams, on a bed of smoke—

Nightmares cook slow, I gasp, I choke.

Erosive fumes, throat cuts provoke,

This ain't sin, this that devil’s bespoke.

Heartburn acid, twistin' it's classic,

Tummy’s a mosh pit, chaos fantastic.

Volcanic vibes, but nothing romantic,

A protest in my belly, anarchistic antics.

Belch grenades, napalm in my chest cavity,

This ain’t cuisine—it’s war—gravity’s depravity.

Life burns slower, no room for vanity,

Acid wit sharper than humanity’s sanity.