I made myself throw up tonight.
It was pretty
satisfying.
A lot of clear, chewed up
liquid
spewed out of my mouth.
I saw it after it
poured into the porcelain toilet
(I closed my eyes
for the feature)
and it was
pleasant, yet fulfilling.
There was a bit of
color to it;
I couldn't tell if it was
the oatmeal cookie
I gave in to, or
the cranberry
I forced upon the *****
Either way, I liked it.
I've never shoved my finger
down my throat
before.
The results were
gratifying.
Like,
I could control my body.
Beauty.
Beauty,
I said.
Beauty.
(You wouldn't understand
unless you've blessed your
gag reflexes
with a polished fingernail
and received
a purging of
absolute sin
in response.)