He put his fingers down his throat
and he threw up
It came out his nose, chunks of raw tuna
his esophagus was full of tin flavored fish
his ears inflamed by the sound of retching
all he needed was to puke
puke out all the evil, all the vanity, all the lies
he vomited once more before going back to bed
but he still felt the thumping of his heart and the buoyancy of his stomach
he felt shipwrecked, rocking back and forth in the Mediterranean
he was home though
safe and sound
just one more vomit
to let the cursed stay down
He ran to the bathroom
stains of red and pink on the floor
he ran and slipped on the stains
hit his head, didn't wake up for days
when he finally came to
he was covered in vomit, luckily he landed face down when he fell
or he'd be Hendrix, choking on his own puke
That night, awake and safe and no words of throwing up
the wind cried Mary
to the man who slipped on vomit and almost lost his life
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