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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