Contents in their digested forms Pretty palette of colors swirl With each flush I lose the extra baggage That kept me from losing the pounds that day The nails scrape the back of my throat My eyes roll to the rear of my head I vomit furiously into the target While the relief of getting it over resides My teeth corroding into yellow holes But It’s better to be thin I slowly recite I clutch what’s left of my abdomen I hold on to it for dear life The picture isn’t anything but black and white While the puke is the center of the artists eyes My bulimia is a perfectionist flaw But It’s better to be thin, I slowly recite
Reason for writing:
i had a friend who was bulimic
Birth sign: Virgo
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