Vomit

Its acrid taste swells
In my wretched oesophegus
Keep it in
Hold it back

I feel nausea take hold
I try to salve my body
I isolate myself
I force it down

Can’t let this Technicolor yawn
Show my innards
I must process this poison
To make the potion

If I expel it
I run away from it
What I’ve done
What I’ve imbibed

Too late
No control
Just get somewhere
It’s appropriate to vomi

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