Guilt

I vomit guilt 

I exhale propane and desire

I am filled to the brim with food choking on fingers of pain

Polished white toilet bowl

I grip the sides

as I beg for the end to my suffering. 

Why

Let me free

the voice of Ana whispers

Free yourself, whore.

I fight for the gas

churning in my stomach

I will make Her proud

as I exhale propane and desire

and inhale two fingers' guilt and bile.

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