#vomit poems on Hello Poetry

Meggie Delaney Apr 2019

Pebble

I swallowed a pebble in a garden today. It was hard and thick and the graininess of it scraped against my teeth. I ***** the stones back up, shiny with bile. Perhaps I'm just tired.

I retch on cue and he smiles

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#pebble #stone #garden #toxic #***** #relationship

Maria Etre Apr 2019

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The acidic aftertaste of *****
scratches its way
down my throat
every time
with every beat
of a broken
heart

#broken #heart #***** #me #society #emotions

Kale Feb 2019

Depression

I'm falling slowly
Deeper into madness
Becoming obsessive
Crazed with feelings
of insecurity
I want to *****
the happiness that
I have injected into
my veins
Can I cry?
I hate seeing myself
this way
I hate seeing myself
Can I cry?
Because I want to be free
from the shackles
That bound me to this Earth

#depression #suicide #cry #sadness #death #***** #injected

Red Dec 2018

regurgitation

she points ***** covered fingers in accusation
as her bones melt down the sink
her flesh stuck to my porcelain bowl
I still smell that chunky pink

if ***** had a voice

#gore #abstract #*****

John-Paul Richard Oct 2018

Depression

Fills you up with carrion,
And leaves you to marinate,
Merely Marionetting movements,
Jerky and unfamiliar with the phlegm thick,
Cement heavy,
Consistency of your limbs.
Tires you out,
Until you sit a screen zombie,
Nonplussed,
Having your scalp pulled back and skull
Cracked,
Like a jaw breaker

#depression #human #repetition #violent #gore #*****

svdgrl Oct 2018

heemee

the whirr of the fan, a flash of green in my belly button,
comic books on the nightstand, they might stand for real,
the way you steal a glimpse while we're all laughing at nothing,
the pause when we sit in your car after hanging with our friends,
circles the rain makes in puddles, rapid yet placid,
the subtle way you brush my hair away when it tickles you,
while i'm tucked under arm; a fond pillow,
when i curl up alone knotted in my sheets,
slipping my cold feet in the crooks of my legs to warm,
the only song that's been my alarm since you,
these are the things that make me miss you.

#***** #cute #missing #mundane

Kellin Aug 2018

most people

hate to *****.
can’t stand the protest
of an upset stomach, the heave
of bile and undigested food,
the carve of acid in the esophagus.
okay, i don’t like that part much myself.
but i do like the cool porcelain on
my face, the solid of tile beneath
my ****. most of all, i like my belly
emptied, even temporarily,
of food.
of fat.
of pain.

#disorder #eatingdisorder #***** #sick #hate