I can feel the bile in my stomach. The acid level rises. Toxic. Dangerous enough to tear through my skin. I think I might be sick. My head is spinning in circles. Over and over. I lurch forward, unable to maintain balance on these feet. Pain shoots from my chest to my throat. Can't breathe. There's a weight sitting on my chest and my throat's closing up. My. Oxygen. Is. Depleting. My hands are trembling, and my legs-shaking. I can't stand much longer. Sinking to my knees the tears start to fall. Little salty reminders of pain felt, feelings known, moments seen, and memories relived. The poison in my stomach is rising now. Forcing it's way back through the maze of my system and up my throat. I gag. It burns holes on it's way out. The pain forces me to fall from my knees. To lie on the cool, tiled ground.