down her throat,
wrist deep.
Tickling her tonsils,
she groans because she can't.
Once, twice,
third times the charm.
Heaving and choking,
a pitiful amount of the night's
feast drips out before her.
Looking at what she gave back,
she sighs.
Wiping the tears from her fat cheeks
she tries again,
but to no avail.
She stands because she
know she can't anymore,
wipe more of the tears away.
"I'm disgusted." She says as
she looks in the mirror
and stares with her bug eyes.
"I'm disgusting."
And with weary eyes she glides
to her bedroom, refusing to
let her hands touch her body.