Whispers of damnation
swirl in my head.
I am nauseous with disgust,
Hey, now
there’s an idea.
Approach the toilet. Lift the lid.
Apply pressure to stomach
swollen under black micro-skirt.
Kneel on the cold floor.
Fishnets bite my kneecaps
desperation claws my throat.
I steady my breath
slide my thighs open
straddle the bowl.
That’s right you whore
into position
Get this fucking filth out
Now now now before you get
fat fat fat.
Turn the clock back about one-half hour.
Limbo under the descending bar of my dignity.