caustic bile assauges my throat & a brief euphoria rises along with it. vomit & blood mingle with the water & piss that already occupy the std-infested toilet. my shoulder blades crash into the stall door & i struggle to keep myself standing(/living/breathing).

gods don't take that away
from me)

wiping the bile (& my dignity) from my lips, i whisper towards the gods--
perfection at it's finest.